After my cerebral bleed, and AVM surgery several years ago, my doctor told my
wife that I would likely soon die, or be a "living vegetable". (My wife's words)
I was not told about that prediction until much later when I got to return to my
home, but I didn't have to be told that, I already knew. Someone so bad off that
he can not even turn over in bed, and with all the other problems I had
can guess the final outcome. Just as many of you have in the past, I am sure.
I knew the doctors had done all that they could, but would God help me,
or would I luck out, or would I soon be as dead as a mummy? Time went by and
I seemed to be about the same, and the outcome remained to me very much
in doubt. But ever so slowly I began to strengthen and was able to talk
better and to get around in a wheel chair better than at first. I might
even live, and to my surprise one day they told me that I would be going home again.
I was always happy to tell people in those days about my near death disaster, and
at 52 years of age I was proud to have survived, apparently, something that had
killed some much younger, and stronger, and probably better people. I didn't
have much to brag about, but I could brag on that.
This year I had two more operations, and I handled both, and I remember telling
hospital workers at one point what a high it was to survive another supposedly
very painful operation.
But I do not really have anything to boast about. I know that God brought me
through it for his own reasons. The doctors could not do it alone, and I could
not do it alone. I have to thank God also, and all those who prayed for me.
If you are facing death, I recommend the doctors, and having the right attitude,
but it also doesn't do any harm to pray and ask God to bring you through it.
Good Luck, and may God bless you.