MIRACLE
When I was in my late twenties, I contracted hepatitis and, not knowing what was wrong, and thinking that I was coming down with the flu, I tried to be my own doctor. This all started on a Wednesday; by Friday, I had gotten progressively worse and was forced to go to a doctor. When I arrived at the doctor's office, he gave me a series of blood tests.
After drawing the blood, he informed me that the test results would not be back until the following Monday, which was three days away. On the following Monday, my wife took me back into the doctor's to get the results of the blood tests. By this time, my entire body had turned as yellow as a lemon. After seeing me, the doctor had my wife take me directly to the hospital where he met us. Upon checking me into the hospital, I was immediately quarantined in a room away from everyone else on the floor. No one came in or went out of the room without being covered from head to toe.
On the following Wednesday, two days later, three doctors entered my room and, with absolutely no bedside manner at all, told me, "You are not going to make it; you should get your house in order. You will grow weaker and weaker. You will gradually lose your appetite; finally, you will slip into a coma and die. With any luck, you have maybe ten days to two weeks left at the outside."
After informing me of my impending doom, the three doctors turned and left the room. I don't mind telling you that their little speech was not inspirational and certainly did not make my day, but they were right. I was becoming so weak that I could barely walk to the bathroom without stopping to rest several times, and the bathroom was only about ten feet away.
After the doctors left, I just lay in bed the rest of the day and felt sorry for myself. The next day, I thought of all the things that I had never done and would never have the chance to do. On the third day, I saw what I think was the face of an angel near the ceiling in the corner of the room opposite my bed. Whether or not I actually saw an angel, I don't know, because by this time, I constantly was falling in and out of consciousness.
Later that same day, I had a dream, and in the dream I was told to eat lemons and everything green. When I awoke, although not hungry, and almost too weak to eat, I immediately called the nurse and ordered food and lemons. All the doctors and nurses thought I was crazy, but believing that I was about to die, they pampered me and brought me everything that I asked for. "Thank you, Jesus."
Day after day, I continued to eat all that I had seen in the dream, and when I wasn't eating, I would struggle to walk around my room, resting every few feet. Each morning, those same three doctors would come into my room, and after examining me, they would stand beside my bed, unable to figure out what in the world was keeping me alive. Although I never told them, and for that, I am sorry to this day, that it was the Spirit of God which had replaced them as my doctor, and that it was He, and not they who was keeping me alive.
A little over a week after the three doctors had informed me that I had only about ten days to live, one of three doctors came into my room on his morning rounds. After examining me, he said, "We don't know how, but it looks like you are going to make it. You will be able to go home soon."
On the day that I was released from the hospital to go home, one of the three doctors came into my room and told me that, even though I would get well, the virus would never leave my body. He said that it would always be in my blood and that I was to never give blood for any reason because the virus would be passed on to the recipient.
It took almost a year for me to regain my strength and get well enough to go back to work. It was a year I will never forget.
After drawing the blood, he informed me that the test results would not be back until the following Monday, which was three days away. On the following Monday, my wife took me back into the doctor's to get the results of the blood tests. By this time, my entire body had turned as yellow as a lemon. After seeing me, the doctor had my wife take me directly to the hospital where he met us. Upon checking me into the hospital, I was immediately quarantined in a room away from everyone else on the floor. No one came in or went out of the room without being covered from head to toe.
On the following Wednesday, two days later, three doctors entered my room and, with absolutely no bedside manner at all, told me, "You are not going to make it; you should get your house in order. You will grow weaker and weaker. You will gradually lose your appetite; finally, you will slip into a coma and die. With any luck, you have maybe ten days to two weeks left at the outside."
After informing me of my impending doom, the three doctors turned and left the room. I don't mind telling you that their little speech was not inspirational and certainly did not make my day, but they were right. I was becoming so weak that I could barely walk to the bathroom without stopping to rest several times, and the bathroom was only about ten feet away.
After the doctors left, I just lay in bed the rest of the day and felt sorry for myself. The next day, I thought of all the things that I had never done and would never have the chance to do. On the third day, I saw what I think was the face of an angel near the ceiling in the corner of the room opposite my bed. Whether or not I actually saw an angel, I don't know, because by this time, I constantly was falling in and out of consciousness.
Later that same day, I had a dream, and in the dream I was told to eat lemons and everything green. When I awoke, although not hungry, and almost too weak to eat, I immediately called the nurse and ordered food and lemons. All the doctors and nurses thought I was crazy, but believing that I was about to die, they pampered me and brought me everything that I asked for. "Thank you, Jesus."
Day after day, I continued to eat all that I had seen in the dream, and when I wasn't eating, I would struggle to walk around my room, resting every few feet. Each morning, those same three doctors would come into my room, and after examining me, they would stand beside my bed, unable to figure out what in the world was keeping me alive. Although I never told them, and for that, I am sorry to this day, that it was the Spirit of God which had replaced them as my doctor, and that it was He, and not they who was keeping me alive.
A little over a week after the three doctors had informed me that I had only about ten days to live, one of three doctors came into my room on his morning rounds. After examining me, he said, "We don't know how, but it looks like you are going to make it. You will be able to go home soon."
On the day that I was released from the hospital to go home, one of the three doctors came into my room and told me that, even though I would get well, the virus would never leave my body. He said that it would always be in my blood and that I was to never give blood for any reason because the virus would be passed on to the recipient.
It took almost a year for me to regain my strength and get well enough to go back to work. It was a year I will never forget.
THREE DOCTORS SAID, I HAD LESS THAN TEN DAYS TO LIVE
By Yurell Green
MIRACLE: 3 Doctors Said, I HadD Less Than Ten 10 To Live
MIRACLE OF GOD "Three Doctors Said I Had Ten (10) Days To Live,
Yet I lived And Walked Out Of The Hospital Completely Healed By GOD.
Miracle,By Yurell Green
MIRACLE: 3 Doctors Said, I HadD Less Than Ten 10 To Live
MIRACLE OF GOD "Three Doctors Said I Had Ten (10) Days To Live,
Yet I lived And Walked Out Of The Hospital Completely Healed By GOD.
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