Mine did! On an early Saturday morning in February 1994, I drove home from a night-auditing job and within hours everything changed! I was on my way to the hospital and admitted later that day. Over the next two days I heard, “If I operate on you, you would probably be dead within 7 days.” “I cannot accept your belief or faith because if you die…” I was dying! I was in the most excruciating pain and the doctors would give me nothing for the pain, as they “did not want to mask the pain” yet were not prepared to perform the surgery I desperately needed to save my life!
Thankfully, through God’s mercy, prayers, and a loving, hard-working group of Christian men, who worked tirelessly through the night calling doctors all over Ft. Lauderdale, they found a doctor who would perform the surgery. That night we all discovered that not all surgeons choose to perform all types of surgeries. When there is the strong possibility of the patient becoming septic and could die if extreme care is not exercised, many choose not to do the surgery. The transfer by ambulance to another hospital happened on Monday morning. After 7 days in ICU and 21 days in the hospital, I returned home. A couple days later I called the original hospital floor to thank the nurses who did their best to care for me during the two days I was a patient there, and who took the extra step to call the hospital I was transferred to, to find out how I was doing. After identifying myself to the nurse who answered, she said, “God has a plan for you, my dear.” They did not think I would have survived.