Approximately two weeks ago I began researching varicose vein surgery here in France. I prayed, followed the open doors and ultimately left things up to God. Within this short period I saw the family doctor, the vascular specialist, the vascular surgeon, the cardiologist and the anesthesiologist. In addition I completed three rounds of lab exams and made multiple trips to the pharmacy. Upon learning that my insurance did not cover this procedure, the surgeon decided to perform his services for free, and the hospital fees where approximately 600$ less expensive than previously planned.
In a nationalized health care system where it can take months to get an appointment with a specialist, I was very encouraged by the efficiency of my medical team, and the generosity and kindness of my surgeon. I was convinced that I was in God's will.
So, yesterday a friend took me in for my operation. I have a lot of experience with hospitals, but I have never been the patient. I obediently dressed in my not-so-modest hospital gown and shuffled down the hall in my slippers waiting for my turn in the OR.
Finally, an orderly unceremoniously entered my room and told me that it was time. With a stomach full of butterflies I layed in the bed as he rolled it down the hallway. I stared at the ceiling and watched the scenery change, not really sure where I was headed or where I would finally end up.
I have worked in many different operating rooms, but again, I have never been the patient. The view is a lot different when you are the center of attention lying on the table. The staff was very kind, we got an IV started and I was given some medication. The next thing I remember is waking up in the post-op recovery room.
The rest of the story is fortunately uneventfull. My pain level was minimal, I layed in bed watching TV (all in French!) and was finally allowed to eat. I never thought I was a fan of apple sauce, but after a day of fasting it was one of the most delicious things I had ever tasted.
The next week will be filled with medications, bandage changes and praying that my stitches will be reabsorbed before we are forced to pull them out! I believe this experience has been good for me. As a health care provider I am now much more sensitive to the fears and needs of the preoperative patient, having experienced those fears and needs firsthand. I was also reminded that our bodies are temporary, fragile yet resilient and in need of occasional maintenence.
Finally, this whole process has given me a chance to see once again, the hand of God in my life. I know that faith is the belief in things not seen, but God in his kindness often gives us tangible examples of His love and overwhelming provision. I am so grateful to Him.
Thank you for your prayers and encouragement during this time.