For months and months, and to be totally honest, for years, I have been battling a bleeding disorder. As time drew on my symptoms, which began with fatigue here, shortness of breath there, a muscle cramp here, weakness there, became symptomatically taking over my entire body. Once I could walk long distances; became tremendously difficult to walk short distances. Taking a shower was debilitating; bending over to pick something up would send me into a dizzy frenzy. The muscle cramps in my thighs: indescribably painful.
Symptomatic anemia, when in full-blown control, meant my body would no longer fight for me.
I visited my new primary care manager, my first ray of hope, after being tossed around from PCM to PCM for quite some time and she prescribed iron and sent me to the emergency room for a blood transfusion, which was the decision that ultimately offered hope, but for some reason the emergency room wouldn't give me blood, even though my hemoglobin was far below the normal levels and in fact at critically dangerous levels. I have no idea why. God knows. But, I'm glad they didn't because the instructions from the emergency room was to contact this specific GYN doctor the very next day for an appointment. Low and behold, the very next day said GYN doctor, who was on call the previous day, had the day off. When I explained my situation they passed me to another GYN doctor.
It just so happened (read: the providence of God) I had an appointment with the head of OB/GYN that morning. When God moves in the midst He sure does Rock! It was at this appointment I had more hope.
She admitted me to the hospital when the ER would not. I received the blessing of blood and new life infused into my body. Three units of blood plus triple doses of iron got my body up to a sustaining level but I still needed a solution. Because it was for certain God in the middle of this situation when He sent me to the head of GYN, she was able to schedule me in, short-notice-like, into the surgery schedule and just this past week I spent half a day in the hospital.
I have even more hope. While it has only been three days since the surgery I have had only a day of supposed side-effects, and no bleeding!
I have hope for walking many miles in 2015. Hope for moving more and maybe losing weight - especially now that I'm off two weight-gaining medications. Hope for thriving, not just surviving.