Oh Lord, thank you so much for giving me the air to breath and ability to finally be self-sufficient. After my numerous encounters with pneumonia, life support and three tracheotomies at least four times sine 2017, I am totally in awe at what I had to go through for the recovery of my illnesses. The constant respiratory failure caused me to pass out numerous times and six days later awaken to a hospital ICU room. During which I could not talk, was fed through a tube, lost use of small and large motor skills, was denied any drinks, even water, was unable to hold my cups or lift them to my mouth and unable to even position my own body.

It was a hard time. I had to have a pen and paper beside me in order to communicate, and I was so exhausted from writing everything down to get even my smallest of needs met. I had hoses and lines coming out of every orifice of my body. I used a catheter, breathing machine and hoses, oxygen, eating tube and a heart monitor. I couldn’t even get out of bed because I was so strapped down with hoses and such.

It is such a blessing to sit normally and get in and out of bed by myself. I am thrilled. I had to rehabilitate by first sitting up, then standing up, then standing up to strengthen and hobbling to a wheelchair that stayed right by my bed. I was constricted to go any farther; that was it. So I stayed in my room one time for three months, only going to the living room on three occasions.

Since November 2017 I have been hospitalized nine weeks for these things. The last trach I got was taken out in a month, and on the day it was taken out I stopped breathing, passed out and woke up in the ICU needing a second tracheotomy. So I was very weak and was a bit discouraged to have to go through it all again. I had a total of three tracheotomies but was on life support many times and was almost at death’s door. At one point I became septic and all my organs were infected. It was a terrible time; it hurt to move any part of my body. My kidneys were failing and I was not even able to sit in a chair. The only movement I could endure was that the bed could do.

It was very scary and sometimes I felt like giving up, but I regained my strength. Just at the right time, I leaned on God’s Word to strengthen my stance. He told me to have faith and know he was in charge. 

It’s been a very long journey, but God gave me 2 Corinthians: “My grace is sufficient for you for in your weakness I am strong.” So I held onto it with my whole body and soul. I would read God’s word and he told me he was my help and if I believed him and obeyed him by letting his Word give me direction, I would have rest as only God can give. So I was held up when I couldn’t stand and healed slowly as he was working in me. Although there was great turmoil with my health, his mercy saved me through all of it.

The things I took advantage of every day were all taken away. Just breathing on my own without a machine was an accomplishment. He gave me strength, hope and healing. It was a miracle that God worked in my life. God was by my side and his angels were ministering to me, teaching me his purpose and his word.

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