Post by breakingrote on Jan 3, 2008 5:35:30 GMT -5
When I was 18 years old I was diagnosed with a stomach tumor the size of a baseball, but before I knew of it I was bleeding internally; and before I knew of that, over the course of a couple of weeks, I was becoming progressively weaker due to blood loss (of course). As the gap between the miracle and the beginning of my weakness began to close I was loosing all physical ability: I would feel extremely light headed while standing, I would walk very short distances and be completely spent, my heart wouldn't stop beating rapidly, the slightest movement would leave me gasping for air... I figured I was sick with some bug, so I decided to wait it out.
A few days went by and I didn't feel any better, but I understood that sicknesses last, so I ignored the lengthy sickness (about 2 weeks as I recall). One night I decided to spend the night at a friends house, because I was tired of being tired (if that makes sense). While there I was trying to ignore my body's demand for rest, but eventually I gave in and went to sleep around 7-9pm (about 5 hours earlier than usual).
Around 7-9am I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom, but waking up didn't get me up. I soon realized that I was unbelievably weak and tired (I had a splitting headache, my vision was blurry, I could barely think, I barely had the energy to breath it seemed like) , and getting up to go to the bathroom could wait. About 5 minutes later the call was too great, so I got up and... I passed out very briefly while standing, but came to in time to catch myself from falling. I started to walk to the bathroom and when I got to the door of it I black out.
The next thing I knew Joey (my friend) was propping my up against the wall looking at me as if I were a ghost. At that same time of re-consciousness Joey's mom walked up to where I was and she screamed at the sight of me. Apparently I was as white as paper and my eyes were swelled, puffy, and very white as well. Soon after some paramedics came and prepped me for a hospital visit, but before they tried to prick my finger for a blood sample. They couldn't get my finger to bleed for one. At that point they realized the severity of my condition and immediately we were off...
That's the story of what built up to hearing from the doctors that I lost 2/3rds of all my blood through a tumor in my stomach that got so big it broke. The doctor said that I should have been dead. They said they were absolutely baffled that I was still alive. I was told later that at 1/3rd blood loss people die... Considering that I lost double that and didn't proves that God had something to do with it... It proves it.
Praise God!
Thanks
A few days went by and I didn't feel any better, but I understood that sicknesses last, so I ignored the lengthy sickness (about 2 weeks as I recall). One night I decided to spend the night at a friends house, because I was tired of being tired (if that makes sense). While there I was trying to ignore my body's demand for rest, but eventually I gave in and went to sleep around 7-9pm (about 5 hours earlier than usual).
Around 7-9am I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom, but waking up didn't get me up. I soon realized that I was unbelievably weak and tired (I had a splitting headache, my vision was blurry, I could barely think, I barely had the energy to breath it seemed like) , and getting up to go to the bathroom could wait. About 5 minutes later the call was too great, so I got up and... I passed out very briefly while standing, but came to in time to catch myself from falling. I started to walk to the bathroom and when I got to the door of it I black out.
The next thing I knew Joey (my friend) was propping my up against the wall looking at me as if I were a ghost. At that same time of re-consciousness Joey's mom walked up to where I was and she screamed at the sight of me. Apparently I was as white as paper and my eyes were swelled, puffy, and very white as well. Soon after some paramedics came and prepped me for a hospital visit, but before they tried to prick my finger for a blood sample. They couldn't get my finger to bleed for one. At that point they realized the severity of my condition and immediately we were off...
That's the story of what built up to hearing from the doctors that I lost 2/3rds of all my blood through a tumor in my stomach that got so big it broke. The doctor said that I should have been dead. They said they were absolutely baffled that I was still alive. I was told later that at 1/3rd blood loss people die... Considering that I lost double that and didn't proves that God had something to do with it... It proves it.
Praise God!
Thanks