FEAR OF LOSING SOMEONE SO DEAR TO ME
Fear is one of our greatest enemy, which we must not allow it overcome us.
Despite that fact that am not a fearful person the incident that happened and which am about to discuss made me fearful.
My father was sick just like every other person and so we thought it was normal malaria and typhoid so, he used malaria and typhoid drugs, which relieved him a little and then kickstart again, we moved to taking injections maybe the drugs were not efficient enough, the same thing happened then at this point we realize it's not just malaria and typhoid, he was taken to the hospital for check up and proper treatment and then boom... everything changed suddenly just like receiving a death sentence... The report we got was just too deep to believe, the doctor said he is suffering from prostate cancer, prostate?? how? since when?... we started asking ourselves.
The doctor gave another breaking news, that it could only be cured permanently by surgical operation. He named the amount we're to pay, I was shocked... Nevertheless any which way we have to find it, we started running helter skelter looking for means to gather the required amount, luckily for us we were able to get the money within a short time, as then the operation was done, only did we know it was just the beginning, two days after he was operated, he started feeling some pains in his stomach and then his stomach start sweeling, what could this be? the doctor himself was troubled, we had to start conducting different test all over again, scan upon scan, yet no actual thing was discovered.
At this point the doctor started thinking maybe there was a mistake during the operation but left to him he did everything perfectly but to be very sure and because of his present condition we had to do another operation... another operation? not even about the money this time but the pain the man was going through is just too much talkless of opening him again. The doctor himself knew he has a little chance of survival, he advise us to keep praying. The probability that he would survive was just too slim. The very morning the operation was to be done, our pastor called and told us not to be scared or fearful that God will take total control, I believed but deep down I was still pleading to God if the operation would not be conducted at all...
A nurse came and put on him the theatre cloth, I was like God, is this going to happen? I was crying already, fear gripped me in no time, I couldn't control my emotions. He was seated on a wheel chair and wheeled to the theatre, as they were just about entering the theatre, there was a sound from his stomach and afterwards he fart, thank God it was very sound and clear that even the doctor could hear, on hearing this the doctor said there will be no need to conduct the operation again, because for him to fart that means everything is in other.
He was wheeled back to the ward and then tears of Joy started rolling down my eyes, I couldn't believe the operation was cancelled just like I wanted, I don't know when I started rolling on the floor thanking God for how he saved my father from death. I was so scared of loosing him but God brought him back to life. All thanks to God for the great grace.
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