Saved To Serve

I was terrified. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I had already spent a few days in hospital and then this again! It was overwhelming.

Earlier on I had just learnt that I couldn’t move my feet. Little did I know that it was just the beginning of my many problems. The devil was surely dancing “azonto” in my bedroom.

The doctors seemed confused and tensions were rising in the room. Family members were asking questions. How could the doctors miss such a thing?

No conclusive diagnosis was given for the situation. It was just speculation and lots of guess work. For every doctor that came in to see me, a different diagnosis was given.

This is the day I learnt that no man is perfect and doctors only treat but God surely heals.

At this moment I knew it was over. I knew my time was surely done on earth. Life moments were flashing before me one after the other.

Once again blood was tested and I was put in the huge tube machines for screening. 

Unfortunately, the situation got worse by the minute and I grew more scared. I tried lifting my arms but they were too damn heavy. My paralysis was ascending. 

Shaken, I wanted to cry. It was just too much for this young man that once was strong and proud. I didn’t care that family and friends were looking. I had finally met my match.

The Neurosurgeon with his team stepped in and said I had to undergo another surgery. They had “unmasked” the problem. 

On my way to theatre a nurse stepped with the results from the blood tests that my brother requested to be done. He noticed that my potassium levels were extremely high. This small finding had missed the many eyes of the doctors present that day. The many who had earlier concluded that I had fluid filled in my spine and had to undergo surgery to relieve it.

I was again wheeled back to the HDU for an emergency dialysis. I had never seen so many doctors around one patient...

A nurse was stationed besides my bed to keep me awake. She held my hand and every time I closed my eyes she woke me up. I was tired and at the brink of giving up.

All sorts of cables were attached to my chest, an oxygen mask covered my nose and mouth and I saw blood go in and out a machine setup next to me.

It was a long night. The machine malfunctioned and stopped twice in the night.  It was like death wanted me to surely die.

I opened my eyes and noticed some two doctors in white lab coats standing next to me; an Indian and an Arab man. They were staring right into my eyes and one said, “you have made it.”

It was very bright that morning and I was very confused. What happened? How had I made it? Are these angels? Am I in Heaven? I asked myself.

Fast forward...

It was a miracle I survived. Had I gone for the surgery, I wouldn’t have made it out.

Romans 8:31

What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us?

This was the day I woke up a different person and clearly I understood that it was my second chance at life. I strongly believe I’m living on borrowed time and forever will testify God’s goodness. I was saved to serve!

What’s your Damascus experience?