I’ve received an overwhelming response since posting Part 1 of “My Story”…THANK YOU for taking the time to read it!
Friday, January 12th 2007
I’m in ICU, have been for a couple of days…I have a 2yr old daughter and a husband whom I’ve only been married to for a minute, I’m 25yrs old and I’m dying!
Doctors are talking about cardiac arrest, renal failure and a host of other things if I don’t see a specialist neurologist immediately only…there aren’t any available to attend to me.
But God…
A Pastor we knew came to see me in ICU, he prayed for me, anointed me with oil and asked me to say the sinners prayer with him – well…since I couldn’t speak it was more grunting – but God heard me.
Suddenly things are happening & I’m transferred to Milpark Hospital ICU where a specialist neurologist is waiting for me (FAVOUR right there). The next day my husband finds me sitting up in bed – not fully recovered BUT it’s a vast difference (Jehova Rapha) and within 2 weeks I’m out of ICU.
Doctor’s prognosis…
“The op needs to be reversed as soon as possible – the medication is only a short term solution and it’s not guaranteed – the problem is – your organs have taken strain and having major surgery is a great risk. You’re not going to find a doctor willing to take that risk!”
Impasse…
“There’s NO way I’m going back to being fat”…I would take the meds…I’d be ok…I’d live…right?!?
I did…I took the meds, (15-20 different tablets per day) and although the quality of life wasn’t great – I was alive, I was skinny (too skinny) and even fell pregnant with another baby girl!
Carrying a life but contemplating taking my own…
My pregnancy was agonizing – pain, complications and more pain!
Did I mention constant, breaking-out-in-cold-sweats-lying-awake-contemplating-suicide-PAIN?????
The pain was so bad – I considered aborting my baby – I couldn’t take it & ultimately had to undergo surgery at 19 weeks which relieved some pain…SOME!
I’d dropped another 20kgs during this time – weighing a meager 40kgs at 7 months pregnant – Aimee wasn’t doing well in utero & had to be delivered prematurely – such a fighter though!
Every year I’d end up in ICU for a few weeks, this wasn’t a life, I wasn’t living, wearing 9-10yr old clothing, my hair was falling out, my skin was dry and pale, my ribs & spine were protruding, I was withering away (the weight loss didn’t stop) and when it dropped below 40kgs I had to be real…I had to undo this…I had to!
I’m smiling but inside I’m dying…
Thank you for reading Part 2…
PS: Part 3 is the finale I promise LOL!
Much Love xxx
