Working in Moses Cone Hospital in Greensboro, NC as a Department Secretary,
I had done my homework in the Hospital Library and knew what he would find,
any of which terminal.
Prior to that, I had worked for a General Practitioner as his ONLY help for two years,
and I knew how difficult it is for a physician to convey bad news.
Stopping him (16 years my junior), to spare him that task, I said I knew all he could do was hold my hand while I went down the tubes, but that it was all right!!
That I knew The Great Physician and it was HIS Timetable, whatever that might be!
The teaching physician who had sent me to him, and had treated me for several years, told my husband to expect to bury me within a year, and more than likely 4-5 months, judging from my condition.
HA! While within hours the hospital grapevine had broadcast the news and the professionals kept watching for signs of deterioration and depression, the Lord kept me sailing along those corridors, cheerful and in-their-face!
He knew it would surprise them, depending upon black words on white paper called texts - and was showing them my outcome could be altered by Him.
I am labeled a brittle diabetic (3% qualify for this dubious honor) and even with nine years of being on an insulin infusion pump, nothing changed the fact I remained uncontrolled, and was sensitive to both insulin and exercise, including housework.
I also experienced commonly 5-10 insulin reactions every week; often 2-3 in a single day, many with readings of 30 and LESS. (and never had to present in ER!)
Yet I almost never missed a day of work - never got 24-hour things or the virus of the week,
as did all those around me...never got infections, nor lost my vision, as would be expected.
One day with a problem with the tubing for the infusion pump, I could not drive home 20 miles to replace it...that afternoon had labs drawn at my doctor's office prior to seeing him two days later.
He, in fact, stopped to chat with me while it was being drawn, and I went back to finish the other hour and a half of work.
The next morning he called me at work to ask, "Margaret! Were you aware your blood glucose was 1,095??!!!
Told him, "Well - it was a kind of uphill day.."
God does indeed decide the number of our days, and gives us strength on those when ours lags.
I was able to work 9 more years before going on disability, and am now 16 years out from the 'Terminal Diagnosis,' still not on dialysis, cheating death often.
Just two weeks ago I had two nights with severe insulin reactions with readings below 25 -
the meter cannot determine the actual figure below that.
Gives real meaning to the prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep--."
I know His angels watch over me, to wake me when I am defenseless.
Bottom Line is I still am going strong and steady!
To God be the glory!!
Did you hear the President's suggestion to those Texas HS seniors? He told them to 'follow their dreams and to trust the Lord'......two things you have obviously done.
Blessings, Julie
Las Vegas,NV is praying also. May God reveal the answers you seek and bring those people into your life to fulfill His purpose for you Joe.