I knew that pain. I’d had it before.
We lived in a major metropolitan area and Dan had rushed me to the emergency room.
Even after they determined that I had a gall stone stuck in my common bile duct they were unable to access it to repair it. My body was slightly different than most and no surgeon was able to access the problem area.
I had had my gall bladder removed years ago, but my body was still making gall stones. Go figure!
For ten days I was drugged to keep the pain bearable while they tried several times to have differnt surgeons repair the problem without success.
Finally they called in a specialist who was able to remove the stone.
“…for your Father knows what you need before you ask him.” Matt. 6:8 ESV
Now we lived in the country. The first responders stood in my bedroom and just watched me suffer while we waited a half hour for the ambulance. This had been one of my biggest concerns about moving to the country. At my age I wanted to know that there would be access to good medical care as I got older.
Now here I was, miles from town. Who would they possibly get way out here to correct this problem when they had trouble finding someone in the city?
It wasn’t supposed to happen the first time, and here it was for the second time.
I kept urging Dan to tell them to call the specialist right away and not to try doing it with the surgeons out here.
They finally gave me some pain meds in the ambulance and I able to focus on what I would say. I wanted the same man who was able to do my surgery the first time.
After being admitted to the hospital, the surgeons came to see us. I took the first opportunity to say I only wanted to be operated on by the specialist I had last time.
One of the surgeons took my hand and said, “We were both trained by him. I’m sure we can handle it.” And they did!
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