I am One week post op, sort of. I did go back in to surgery a few days after my initial surgery. I had a complication, but that is not at all what I want to talk about at all. I want to talk of the events a week ago. I had such a profound and moving experience, it feels almost too special to share, yet too special not to share. I stared as I wrote the last time about being excited and ready for surgery.
I was ready, and calm, and unafraid. All that day. My surgery was pushed back a few hours due to an emergency. Still, it did not phase me. My husband and I talked and laughed, and watched bad tv. When they took me away, and wheeled me into the hall across from my operating room, with a view of the beautiful mountains, Staring right at the U on the Mountain wall, I was still so calm. I was there, with the exception of each of the surgical staff introducing themselves as they arrived for duty, for 45 minutes or so. I marveled at how peaceful I felt again, and felt such love and support. I took a moment to pray.
I thanked My Father in Heaven for the hand in getting me to that spot. His Divine love, His Son, my Savior, and His willingness to bear all pains and burdens for me, and especially for the peace and calm I was feeling. I thanked Him for sending His angels to hold my hands and keep me calm. At those words I was filled with an new and even more strong blanket of warmth, love, and peace. I could FEEL and SENSE these angels about me. I knew there were multiple people, and they were just not people, but they were MY people. My angels. My family. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to tell if it was Aunts, or Grandparents, or Great Grandparents, I just felt them, loving me, protecting me, and assuring me that they would keep me safe, and it was not my time to return home with them. My heart raced with love and appreciation for them all. I was so incredible, I wish I could explain it with more feeling, so that you could understand. My eyes filled with tears and I silently thanked them for being with me.
As I was taken into the OR, they came with me. The nurse noticed my smile and asked if I has already been given medication. I told her that I indeed had not, and that I was being held together from heaven. She looked around the room and said, I believe you are. Then, I was waking up in recovery.
I had a complication during surgery. (It came from some scar tissue from my 1997 Gallbladder removal) My surgery had gone 2 hours longer than expected, but they would watch me close, and make sure that all was well before I went home. I was told even then, I would not be leaving the next day, but probably the next, (well no, 5 days later, and a second surgery) but, things went well. They did. I was not afraid, I know that The Lord was with me, supported me in this decision, and all would be well. I will be forever grateful for this beautiful experience in my life. I know Heaven hears, and answers our prayers, and that me, just one of God's children, out of millions and billions, can be heard, loved, and taken care of.
I am recovering. I am , I will tell you more tomorrow.
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