Hello Out There…is anybody home?
Hello Sunny du Pree here
I have been a novel patient a big part of my life. I picked up a strange liver disease in college. Thank God it wasnt any of the Hepatiis diseases. Man my hair was falling out, the skin on my hands and feet peeled off and my eyes were blood read. I felt like the charecter In the House of Usher. Even soft materals hurt to touch but …Got over that. Hurt my encapsula a muscle around the knee, I feel into a hole and didnt even find that rabbit, Got over that. Walked off the end of a stage and bent my tailbone. Got over that. I had a boy attack me in art class that i was teaching and he herniated my discs at the base of my skull and neck. The doctors,lawyers and parents wanted me to get the surgery for both discs. I was facing severe problems if the surgeons scalple just slipped. I did have the best surgeon in Kansas for that but I opted out. I thought that Frank Stien was a bad omen. I wondered if his middle initial was N. haa haa. It was so hard to get thru the pain. I have never had children so I cannot compare it but I am sure I would rather have the children.
I prayed to the Lord to heal me. Thru reading the bible and listening for his small quiet voice (I did not have a Christophany..seeing Christ in person) But his words directed me and he promised me that he would heal me, BUT IT WOULD TAKE TIME. Oh how I prayed to be on the other side of that pain. I could hardly wait for that day but it was way beyond the vast horizon. I was taking therapy five times a week. They say only ten percent of the people with herniated discs ever heal. You know why? Cause people just do not have the time or take the time to let nature do its work. I discovered it takes four years for a herniated disc to heal. Now that was my situation and everyone has a different problem. ONLY DO WHAT IS RIGHT FOR YOU!
I discovered after being in therapy for so long that I was tired of wailing and crying. I looked up and saw others that were much worse off. I am at nature a cheerleader (not the skinny foo foo type) but a natural encourager. So I decided to turn it around and pass on my healing to the people that were working on me. Thanking God that I was getting better a little each day. I am an artist so I got the therapy people to let me draw with chalk on the walls to pretty up the place. I wanted something more permanent but couldn’t get permission.
Finally the great day came when I no longer had to go to therapy and I could work again.
The point I am making is.DON’T EVER GIVE UP!!!!
Sometimes all it takes is one day and on the next side of that is something new to make you feel better even if it is just something simple as a good word or making a new life for yourself. I worked on what I could do not what I couldn’t. Now that I am on the other side of that horizon I see how the injuries changed me, what I learned and how I drew closer to my Lord and Savior. How I became even more empathetic towards others with illnesses and for that I thank the Lord for the pain I was put thru. It has been said thru pain there is growth. Try and see beyond the pain and illness. Do what is good for YOU.
Because of these injuries I became a strong Advocate for myself and others.
Stand up for what you need. Follow your doctors orders but if you feel that things arent right TELL THEM. If they wont listen get another, get an advocate if you can.The Doctors are not God they are fallible. Take courage you are not alone!
Remember PHD could also mean Post Hole Digger.
Grace and Peace
Sunny.
SunnyduPree