Day of Operation
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Ps 23:4
31 May arrived. I woke up with a kind of peace that was beyond comprehension. In fact, what awaited me all seemed like a little adventure.
With the entire family in tow (Marianne and Joshua took leave from work), we arrived at James’ clinic at 10am and met Cindy and Samantha there. James agreed to do an ultrasound scan before the op though it was not the norm – I guess we were just hopeful that the tumour would just disappear because with God nothing is impossible.
But it was not meant to be and the adventure had to continue.
So I checked into Mt. Elizabeth Hospital (a.k.a. Orchard Chalet) and started my mountain experience. It was then that Jeany and Sophia joined us in the climb at the registration counter.
Once we entered the ward, we prayed conversationally and committed the entire hospital stay and the surgery into God’s hands. At about 2pm, I changed into the hospital gown, cheerfully waved good bye and quietly laid on the trolley bed. While being wheeled to the operating theatre, I closed my eyes and prayed Psalm 23 with a certain calmness in my heart. I was still accompanied by the entourage at this part of the climb and when I waved a final good bye as the doors of the operating theatre separated us, a teardrop was witnessed glistening from the corner of my eye.
It was just Jesus, my best friend, who could keep me company from then onwards. In a while, the anesthetist, Dr Seow, came, introduced herself, and confirmed epidural as my choice of pain management. I was transferred out of the trolley bed onto the operating table and I had to lie on my side while something cold was inserted into my spine and then a mask put on my face and before long, the sights and sounds of the operating theatre faded into nothingness.
The next time I knew consciousness, I was in great pain – the pain was most keenly felt in my shoulders. I was also feeling extremely cold – I was shuddering and I felt the tightness of my teeth being clenched together. I remembered muttering, “I wanna go home!” to Dr Seow, whose voice I heard in the background.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Ps 23:4
31 May arrived. I woke up with a kind of peace that was beyond comprehension. In fact, what awaited me all seemed like a little adventure.
With the entire family in tow (Marianne and Joshua took leave from work), we arrived at James’ clinic at 10am and met Cindy and Samantha there. James agreed to do an ultrasound scan before the op though it was not the norm – I guess we were just hopeful that the tumour would just disappear because with God nothing is impossible.
But it was not meant to be and the adventure had to continue.
So I checked into Mt. Elizabeth Hospital (a.k.a. Orchard Chalet) and started my mountain experience. It was then that Jeany and Sophia joined us in the climb at the registration counter.
Once we entered the ward, we prayed conversationally and committed the entire hospital stay and the surgery into God’s hands. At about 2pm, I changed into the hospital gown, cheerfully waved good bye and quietly laid on the trolley bed. While being wheeled to the operating theatre, I closed my eyes and prayed Psalm 23 with a certain calmness in my heart. I was still accompanied by the entourage at this part of the climb and when I waved a final good bye as the doors of the operating theatre separated us, a teardrop was witnessed glistening from the corner of my eye.
It was just Jesus, my best friend, who could keep me company from then onwards. In a while, the anesthetist, Dr Seow, came, introduced herself, and confirmed epidural as my choice of pain management. I was transferred out of the trolley bed onto the operating table and I had to lie on my side while something cold was inserted into my spine and then a mask put on my face and before long, the sights and sounds of the operating theatre faded into nothingness.
The next time I knew consciousness, I was in great pain – the pain was most keenly felt in my shoulders. I was also feeling extremely cold – I was shuddering and I felt the tightness of my teeth being clenched together. I remembered muttering, “I wanna go home!” to Dr Seow, whose voice I heard in the background.
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