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Posted by Sister Janet Bowser, BA Bible Theology
June 13, 2014 -
#recovery
#illness
#Diverticulitis
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It's Friday. Last Friday I drove myself to the Emergency Room of the hospital with what I knew was an attack of Diverticulitis.
For those who don't know, this disease is common, but usually asymptomatic in most people. The lower digestive tract or colon gets "potholes" or outward pouching pockets which collect debris and become inflamed, or in the case of my first attack last August, accessed.
It can easily kill if a diverticula ruptures.
Now I'm a vigorous person. I swim a mile and a half a day, but not since this hit. I've been in bed all day and night.
But last night I was unable to sleep. I take this as a good sign, that my body is not needing as much rest. Still, I'm resting. Not overdoing.
I'm looking down a gun barrel called bowel resection, because this is my third attack in ten months. They'd rather remove the worst of the bowel (which does NOT cure the disease) than to risk perforation.
I'm being called again, in crisis to have more faith. To lean on The Lord more. Why do I go it alone so much?