Yes, Sandy, There Is A God!

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Opening my swollen eyelids, I scanned the I.C.U. room as Doctor Sanson came into view. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my spine, causing my body to jerk uncontrollably. Putting my hands up to my face, I felt the puffiness and the thick breathing device stuck in my throat. I tried to pull it out and a nurse nearby screamed "stop!" as she came rushing over, grabbed my hands and restrained them.

"You're a blessed woman Sandy," Doctor Sanson said, as he sat down on the chair beside me and patted my hand. "I thought we lost you for a moment, when your body doubled in size like a balloon, and then it suddenly returned to normal. I have to say the operation went well, and we removed a great deal of the infection in your hip, but I have to tell you about the strangest incident that I experienced. While I was performing the operation, I felt like I was in a trance, watching television and someone else was doing the surgery and using my hands." He scratched his head and smiled, looking directly into my half shut drowsy  eyes.

"Wh....t? I'.m sor..ry I thou..ght yo..u sai..d some..one els..e wa..s doi..ng m..y sur..gery is th..at rig..ht?" I tried to say, with the breathing device jiggling around in my jaw.

"No, No, Sandy, I did the surgery. It just felt like someone else was doing it and using my hands. I'm trying to relate to you the miraculous event that I, as a doctor experienced. I know that I'm not delusional, and I believe that you had a supernatural intervention from your creator." He placed one hand on the back of my neck and the other one on my shoulder, as he pulled out the apparatus from my throat and declared. "God himself directed my hands as I performed that surgery."

I took a deep breath and clenched my teeth swallowing my saliva. Opening my mouth and closing it, I felt the restriction of the tube was gone, and I could talk instead of mumbling my words.

"Dr. Sanson, did I hear you right? Did you say you think God used your hands for my surgery?"  I asked, flashing my eyes in surprise.

"Yes, I said that. I'm just as amazed as you are. I have been a surgeon for many years, and this has never happened before. To be honest with you Sandy, I saw no way to remove all the granulated tissue in your body. It was piled up everywhere. I'm telling you this, so you know this was a genuine miracle from my perspective as a doctor."

My face flushed, and my heart began to pound like a drum in my chest. "What was he really saying?" I thought to myself. "Was he telling me that I could have died if God hadn't intervened?" My tongue stuck to the roof my mouth as Doctor's Wilson voice repeated in my mind.

"There is nothing we can do! The fungus is in every organ in your body. Go home and get your affairs in order! The.....re is noth...... we can d....  The.....re is noth...... we can d.....  Go ho...me Go ho...me."
His voice echoed repeatedly as I covered my ears with my hands and blinked back tears falling down my cheeks.

"Are you all right?" Dr. Sanson asked as he nudged my shoulder gently with his hand.

"No, I'm not! I keep hearing Dr. Wilson's voice in my head, telling me to go home and get my affairs in order. I don't know what to believe. Is the disease still spreading?" 

"The operation is over and you're still here. Don't listen to his voice! Now you need time to heal, and I expect a full recovery with the medicine that I have prescribed." Dr. Sanson answered, as he propped a pillow up behind my head.

"You sure have a bedside manner." I replied weakly, as I looked up into his dark sparkling eyes.

"I want you to remember what I told you today. That I believe God acted on your behalf. Why I don't know? Only that I have never experienced someone or something covering my hands and directing me during a surgery." He looked over his shoulder and winked at me as he walked toward the door saying, "Yes, Sandy, there is a God." I know, because I felt his hands- on mine."