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My neurosurgeon, Dr Seyed. Emadian, is one of the best
in the nation, but he practices medicine in my small rural town. He also prays
with his patients. My Holy Physician is also dependable and reliable and can
guide my surgeon’s hands and mind.
This surgery, 2 PLIFs to fuse the L3/4 and the L4/5, is pretty
gruesome, but after seeing the MRI results (Yea!), it was obvious something
needed to happen. It looked like the L-4 had been bombed. leaving an inky blot behind.
The vertebrae were shifting on top of the extruding disc into the spinal cord
area, creating the look of a bone spur,
Wait is a 4-letter word. Wait, wait, wait! I had 2
surgery dates: May 25 or May 31. Once again I was waiting for insurance
approval. That approval came in time to do surgery on May 25. Praise the Lord.
However, time slowed as the pain marked the minutes.
Yet as the time grew near to surgery, part of my brain began to scream NO! Three
months in a back brace? Rescheduling all
the summer appointments? No trip to Maryland to care for two grandsons? Summer disappeared
into a black hole. Everything done to diagnose the problem … led to three
months reconnecting the fibers, nerves, muscles, and bones. Only God could heal
my back.
On the morning of surgery, fear invaded. What if
something went wrong? I trusted God and Dr. Emadian implicitly. What if the
pain after surgery was worse than before? My spine could not stay the way it
was. So I walked to the registration desk (all that pre-surgery testing done
yesterday) and said, “I’m here to volunteer for back surgery.” The nurse looked
at me as though I’d lost my mind and said, “Good. We don’t get enough
volunteers for that.”
Did I mention I live in Tennessee? I truly volunteered
because it was time to surrender all my fears and pain to the miraculous work
only He could do.
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