I had emergency surgery two nights ago to remove my gallbladder. It was my fifth or sixth attack, but having never experienced a gallbladder attack before it took weeks for me to realize it wasn’t just an injury from working out.
While I certainly didn’t want to have this problem, I thank God for the providential timing in getting it resolved. I had seen a doctor last week, but she hadn’t diagnosed the problem yet. I was very frustrated and I prayed that somehow God would speed this process along.
In the middle of my attack I was tempted to eat my words.
My parents came to Washington D.C. on Sunday, to stay just one night. The attack came on hours before they were supposed to leave town. Instead, they wound up taking me to the Emergency Room, where I was given a ton of pain and anti-nausea meds and an ultrasound which identified the problem. By Monday night, surgeons had removed my gallbladder.
I thank God that if I had to go through all of that, that He timed it just right so that I could have my parents with me through the horrible ordeal. He also surrounded me with wonderful EMTs, nurses, PA’s, doctors and surgeons.
I’m just so thankful for God’s goodness in this situation.