Days of Whine & Roses
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Ps 46:1
Gradually the pain in the shoulders eased that first evening as the heat and weight of the hot water bottles kicked in. Apparently my vocabulary was reduced to only one word – “pain” and it was uttered often and only in a monotone – an anguished one.
The first two days passed in a blur – I only had vague memories of concerned faces peering at me while I drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain was excruciating at times, especially when the pain-killers did not seem to work. My brows were knotted and my eyes were mostly closed. The acceptance of the offer of being cleaned and sponged increased the pain quotient. I knew Jesus understood my inexplicable pain – the pain He went through on the cross as a ransom for me was far more excruciating.
On the third day I was more aware of the environment and the fact that I had a 22cm long sickle-shaped battle scar to show that I had completed the climb and had emerged victorious. For the rest of my 9-day hospital stay, a steady stream of visitors, the cheery flowers, the hand-drawn cards by Phoebe and Asher and inspiring music from my iPod kept me company, kept me distracted from the pain and kept my spirits up.
Finally the histology report arrived on 5 June. It was the best news one could ever get. The tumour was contained and the cell type – chromophobe renal cell carcinoma is the least malignant of the entire spectrum of malignant cell types. Therefore, I did not need to receive any further therapy from henceforth. Hallelujah! God is indeed Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Ps 46:1
Gradually the pain in the shoulders eased that first evening as the heat and weight of the hot water bottles kicked in. Apparently my vocabulary was reduced to only one word – “pain” and it was uttered often and only in a monotone – an anguished one.
The first two days passed in a blur – I only had vague memories of concerned faces peering at me while I drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain was excruciating at times, especially when the pain-killers did not seem to work. My brows were knotted and my eyes were mostly closed. The acceptance of the offer of being cleaned and sponged increased the pain quotient. I knew Jesus understood my inexplicable pain – the pain He went through on the cross as a ransom for me was far more excruciating.
On the third day I was more aware of the environment and the fact that I had a 22cm long sickle-shaped battle scar to show that I had completed the climb and had emerged victorious. For the rest of my 9-day hospital stay, a steady stream of visitors, the cheery flowers, the hand-drawn cards by Phoebe and Asher and inspiring music from my iPod kept me company, kept me distracted from the pain and kept my spirits up.
Finally the histology report arrived on 5 June. It was the best news one could ever get. The tumour was contained and the cell type – chromophobe renal cell carcinoma is the least malignant of the entire spectrum of malignant cell types. Therefore, I did not need to receive any further therapy from henceforth. Hallelujah! God is indeed Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals.
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