Testimony
God is good, all the time, and all the time God is good.
When I was born in 1979 ultrasound was mainly used for bladder stones, reproductive purposes, and similar matters. Growing up I often dealt with stomach pains and occasional constipation. It wasn't until a chance medical test in 2023 that the reason would be detected. While most people have a cecum, right near the colon, mine was mobile, moving sometimes toward my pelvic region, other times just kind of staying still.
December 7, 2025 began how most Sundays did for me, I got up, thought about stuff, and planned my menu for the following week. I went grocery shopping that afternoon never thinking that with in hours my very life would hang on a thin line. At seven PM that evening my stomach began hurting at levels that made me, normally not one to take pain medicine take Tylenyl. By 8:30 I put my hand to my stomach and noticed it was distended like the stomachs I'd seen of those impoverished children a guest preacher had talked of at my grandma's church many years earlier. I knew something wasn't right, but was still holding out hope the pain killers might do what they were supposed to do.
Shortly after eleven PM I knew this was far more serious than food poisoning, as I had thrown up my dinner, and the pain killers weren't even close to doing anything. I first called my PSWs, and they came up, one of them asked if my stomach was normally this distended, and I replied that it wasn't. We called an ambulance, and I was taken to one of the nearby hospitals.
When I got to the emergency room they triaged me as more urgent, and I was brought to a rapid response room. It wasn't overly long before I was taken for an abdominal CT,.
Soon, a doctor came back to me and said I had not only a bowel obstruction but my colon had twisted in to a shape resembling a balloon animal. He told me that the surgical team would be along soon to explain a procedure I would need. He also told me that had I not come to the hospital for another twelve to eighteen hours I would not be sitting here typing.
I live over a hundred miles from where I grew up, and had to call my mom at five-twenty that morning. Half asleep she told me she'd gather some stuff, and be there as soon as she could. She got there at eleven-thirty that morning.
For our American readers, McMaster Health Network is basically the Johns Hopkins of Canada,. The surgical team came for me around two PM, and the next thing I remember clearly is waking up with my mom at my side.
With in the day after my surgery my blood levels dropped, I began to show signs of post surgical pneumonia, and my heart was racing. I received a blood transfusion, had a CT on my heart and lungs, and there was the possibility that I would need a CT scan called a cardio PET scan.
I did what I knew to do, I prayed, trusting only in God to help. I also contacted my church family, and though I really don't remember much about it, this lady I call my church mom came in to pray for me the day after my surgery.
By Saturday night I was showing major signs of improvement, my NG tube was removed, and I was able to take in clear liquids. The next day at lunch I was upgraded to soft foods. I was also able to move about a little better. I was put on a restrictive low fiber diet, reintroducing things gradually over a month.
I am not 100% yet, but getting back to my life. Thank you all for praying for me. Thank you to those who give blood. Above all thank you Jesus for sacrificing for us, and being a miracle worker!
Gillie
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