Recently, I had a procedure done (ERCP) to look at my pancreas. Since the procedure, I have been extremely ill. I have been able to eat little and am in constant pain. My weight continues to drop to scary new lows. After the procedure, I was admitted to the hospital for pain control. Unfortunately, upon discharge, I was given no follow-up instructions. I decided to call the clinic and make a follow-up appointment to see my GI doctor. The appointment I was able to book was more than two months away. At the rate I am losing weight (2 pounds a week), I was fairly certain I would be in very bad shape (or dead) from malnutrition by my follow-up appointment.
At church this weekend, my dear friend Michelle spoke with me about my medical issues. She encouraged me to call the doctor’s office and explain my pain situation. Nearly a year ago, Michelle’s advice saved the day when she encouraged me to contact my pulmonologist. So, I decided this was God speaking and telling me what I should do.
On Monday morning, I called the doctor’s office. I was directed to an answering machine which told me to leave my contact info and a brief message. I left my information and hung up. Several hours later, my doctor’s nurse called me back. I explained my pain situation. She gave me some suggestions, but ultimately told me if the pain was severe to go to my local hospital. I then asked about following up with the doctor. I mentioned I lived 400 miles away from the medical facility. I also mentioned in a few weeks, I would be coming to the area for other medical appointments. The nurse asked when my appointments were. She then said, “Can you come in at 9:30 before your other appointments?” In complete disbelief, I replied, “YES!” And just like that. God moved another massive mountain. In a moment, in a heartbeat, God is allowing me to see my GI doctor faster than what I was able to do on my own. Thanks be to God, and thanks be to Michelle!
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