My true story of the power of God

I feel bad for you because you are choosing to do many of these things to yourself. My son has had so many very painful surgeries and many other things in addition to the massive brain hemorrhage. He actually lost part of his brain and part of his eyesight. He never does feel sorry for himself. Instead he is a wonderful dad, and he loves the Lord with all of his heart. He has scars everywhere on his body. Maybe I will tell you what else happened to him. Our chemist left a beaker full of sodium hydroxide right by the sink at our business, only he did not tell anyone. My husband asked me to bring a sandwich to him. Even though I did not want to, I had to do it. Our son st that time was only 21 months, and he walked right over to the sink and took a drink of this lye which burns and destroys on contact. It cannot be diluted in any way. I was absolutely devastated as I was on the hospital auxiliary, and I was the chairman of the Mr Yuk program, a program to prevent childhood poisonings. I kept nothing under my sink. My baby’s esophagus was destroyed and he could no longer eat; most of his stomach was destroyed. I had to feed him through a gastrostomy tube. He lost the top stomach pyloric sphincter valve as well as the bottom valve. He had to be life flighted to Salt Lake City whereby he was there for three months while he underwent many surgeries. I brought him home for a little while but he still could not eat. Oftentimes he could not even swallow his own saliva. He would have to be admitted to the hospital and put under general anesthesia. He had a string that came through his nose and was taped to the top of his lip. The surgeon would then pull baby dilators through his severely damaged esophagus to open it enough so that my baby could swallow his saliva. The doctors were afraid that he might get this saliva into his lungs and then he could die. I was told the first night that my baby would die so I stayed with him in intensive care, and I rocked and held him the entire night. This happened on a Saturday and on the following Thursday, Dr Johnson took him in for exploratory surgery. He told me if they were in there over an hour and a half, that meant he would have to remove all of my baby’s esophagus and all of his stomach. He also said that he would probably never talk again. Two and one half hours went by, so I thought everything was going to be removed. I had told the Dr that if he could never eat again that we would handle it and that I just wanted my baby to live. Right then a nurse came out of the intensive care unit and she said my cousin was on the phone. I walked in there and my cousin said that my dad had just died from a heart attack while he was outside mowing the lawn. He did not have any previous heart problems. I walked back out crying. A pastor took me into a private room, and I went over to the window and I cried out to the Lord. I said, “ I have always been told that you will not give me more than I can handle, and I am now there. One of my brothers was also in a hospital due to an accident that very week. I said, “I now I not only want my baby to live, but I want him to be able to eat again.” Right then the door opened and a different Dr walked in. He said, I heard what all you are going through so I went into the surgical squire to check on your baby. He told me that Dr Johnson said there was about three to four inches left at the to of my baby’s esophagus, and about a third to a half of his bottom stomach was intact. Dr Johnson said that sometime he might be able to perform another surgery whereby he would take part of baby’s colon and make a new esophagus that might enable him to eat again. I knew right then that my prayers were going to be answered. That very day my baby’s surgery had been scheduled for the afternoon, but the surgeon changed the schedule and put my baby first on the schedule. When the Dr was operating on him, the bottom part of his stomach fell off in the surgeon’s hands. Had he waited until the afternoon, his stomach would have fallen off

without the Dr being there to stitch it up, and baby would have had internal bleeding and died. In November, we took our baby to Salt Lake whereby he underwent a 14-hour surgery from 7 am until 9 pm, from start to finish to make a new esophagus for him using part of his colon. His destroyed esophagus had developed gangrene, so if the Dr had sent us home for awhile like he was going to do, my baby would have died. I had originally told the Dr that I had prayed, and I did not think we should take him back home before this surgery. The Dr listened to me and he later told me he was thankful that he had listened to me. My son can eat, but he does have some problems. Since he is missing the bottom stomach valve, the food that he eats does not get to be digested in his small stomach. Instead it just dump quickly into the intestine, and gets dumping syndrome. This causes his blood pressure to rapidly drop, he gets shakey, and he feels like he has the flu. This has caused him to have malabsorption problems, so he is thin. Because the top stomach valve is missing, he gets very painful acid reflux. He is very limited as to what he can eat. Last year he got pneumonia and had it for one month. This left him with a hardened substance in his right lung. When he was 10 years old, a young boy at school tackled him and it broke his femur bone. He was in the hospital for a month in traction and then sent home in a complete body cast for two more months. That break was terribly painful. When he was only 11 days old he caught spinal meningitis and was in intensive care for two weeks. We were also told that time that he would die, but he did not. So there you go. And my son still loves the Lord with his whole heart and soul.

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