Note: If you missed the first part, please see I Will Hold Thy Right Hand - Part 1
Into surgery I went.
Next, I was lying in a bed
feeling rather mummified.
But no breathing tube –
hallelujah!
As the grogginess wore off,
I realized my right arm wasn't right. It lay limp at my side.
The reassuring voice came
again...
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
After
recovering from surgery for a few weeks, treatment began. It was not
a pleasant time, but “the
faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love
him” continued to remind me...
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
College
classes were out of the question at this point. I also wasn't able to
go to work for quite some time and was unsure how I was going to
provide for my children. Then, the reminder came again.
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
He
supplied all of our needs during that time and continues to do so.
An
EMG test later showed the extent of the nerve damage. The trapezius
muscle was not functioning which at times caused excruciating pain in
my neck, shoulder and upper back.
Even after weeks of physical
therapy, range of motion was still very limited and my shoulder
continued to sag and rotate forward, causing the collar bone to move
out of alignment.
Another
surgery. This time to fix the shoulder and collar bone. Again, the promise...
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
After
surgery, a new physical therapist. Exercises trained other muscles to
compensate for the trapezius. My shoulder began to get stronger and
more mobile.
I
was told I would never be able to lift move than 20 pounds or do
anything overhead, which meant nursing was no longer an option.
Disappointing, to say the least, but again the reminder came...
“I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
My
old job was too physically demanding for a gimpy shoulder, so I
needed a new direction. I didn't know what else I might be qualified
to do and spent several weeks in a fruitless and frustrating job
search.
But that now familiar and
faithful reassuring voice came again...
“ I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand...”
Thank
You, Father.
He
did indeed hold my hand once again, leading me to a new job and better pay
than I had before.
About
a year later, I was in church one Sunday morning. The song we were
singing had something to do with lifting up holy hands in praise. I
raised my left hand.
The
Voice said, “Lift
up holy hands, plural.”
My
head said, “I can only lift one.”
“Lift
up both hands in praise to Me. I the Lord thy God will
hold thy right hand.”
I
finally obeyed. As my right hand went up, I heard a loud pop and
crack in my shoulder. It was suddenly free to move and be as it
should be.
A
couple of weeks ago, I picked up a 50 pound bag of dog food in the
store. It was heavy, but I was able to put it in the cart and then into the trunk of the car. At
home, I picked that bag up out of the trunk and carried it in the
house. No pain. No problem.
In
2006, when I asked how long I might around, the answer was “Maybe 5
years.”
In
2007 I was told, “You'll never be able to lift more than 20
pounds.”
It
is now 2014.
I
am still cancer free, have good job, and full use of my right arm.
And,
I praise the Lord who has held my right hand through it all.
He
is indeed “the
faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love
him.”