Personal Foul!…Unecessary Roughness!..and this AIN’T no game!

It was about 3 in the afternoon when we pulled up to the emergency room at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, Florida.  The first piece of equipment I was introduced to was a catheter. That was the first penalty flag that I mentally threw at the team.  “Personal foul… Unnecessary roughness!”  I was swollen so badly that they needed to prove to me that I  hadn’t been “eliminating properly”.  WOW, I had no idea. If the first procedure wasn’t bad enough, the next nurse in must have been in the military because she let me have it. Needless to say she got my attention and it was apparent that she had little or no tolerance for stupid people.  As the evening progressed all the testing and their purposes began to blur a little. Then about 1:00am the next morning here he came….. My Pastor!  It started out as a nice little chit-chat about God and His goodness and then he asked everyone to leave.  I don’t remember but I think I was trying to get out of there myself but I was unsuccessful.  I’ll never forget, he got real close to my face and said, “You listen carefully. You are going to let them do whatever they think is best for you.  Whatever they want to cut out they’re cutting out and whatever they want to put in, they’re putting in. Get it?”   Oh, I got it all right!  One thing my Pastor and I knew was that the Lord hadn’t sent me to Florida to die of cancer! We were a team and we hadn’t even hardly started what the Lord had put in our hearts and I was determined not to leave until we were finished! All the heart tests came back fine but the cardiologist let Melanie know that something else was seriously wrong.  My blood test came back with all kinds of neat information.  First, cancer, and we knew that.  Second, kidney’s were failing, and that’s a new one.  Come to find out, the cancer had spread to my abdomen and a larger tumor had grown around my aorta and my ureters.  Ureters are the pipes that go from the kidneys to the bladder and they were all but closed off from the tumor.  The creatinine level in my blood had taken me out of the running for chemotherapy because my kidneys couldnt handle it.  I asked what the creatinine level needed to be for chemo and they said,  ” 1.0″.  Mine was up over 2.5.  I was scheduled for stents to be placed in the ureters at around 8:00am but that wasn’t the shocker.  Remember the pain in my back and the fall?  What they found there, and the intensity of  the the doctor’s explanation let me know that everything else was secondary…

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