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[It’s been four years – From the Archives]
In a few days, it will be 5 years since this non-smoker received a lung cancer diagnosis (Stage One, fortunately). When the blog below came around on my Facebook memories this week, it reminded me of the profound condition of good health and how easily it is to take it as an entitlement. My lung cancer diagnosis was an incidental finding. It will be forever grateful to God for the blessing of that early find. The event reported below happened months after the unremarkable surgery and recovery from the lung cancer. I adapted this piece and repost it today as a reminder of the great grace we have for each day we live.
Over these last several months, breath and breathing have become something very precious to me. You can tell when you search my blog archives for either topic. We take breathing so for granted, even when we acknowledge that every breath’s a gift. That rhythmic rise and fall in our chest that strengthens and refreshes us. Breathing just happens.
Until it doesn’t.
There have only been two times as an adult that I couldn’t get my breath. The first was eight months ago (now 4 years & 8 months ago – you can read about it here.) The second time was less than 48 hours ago [now 4 years ago as I repost].
For the second time in my life, I was surprised, just before bedtime, by a rapid and terrifying development of shortness of breath and quickly got to the place that Dave had to call 911. He was still talking to the dispatcher when we heard the sirens.
So thankful for our local fire department and rescue squad.
We live in a quiet neighborhood, and most of the residents are older. The rescue squad shows up often here, and, of course, no one really wants to be the one on the receiving end of their excellent care. Every time it happens, a neighbor or two stand sentinel in the road watching and hoping for a good report. While the rescue squad was getting me stabilized and Dave was waiting in his car to follow to the hospital, he would tell me later of neighbors standing in the shadows. Not wanting to intrude but standing watch. It’s a comforting thing.
From the first hours in the emergency room through the next two days in the top floor ICU, I received excellent and thoughtful care at St. Mary’s Hospital. The crisis was averted, and the testing began again to determine the cause. The same testing that was done previously. The findings were not so much different as they were the first time it happened. Maybe they were taken more seriously with it happening twice. Anyway, I am now in the care of a cardiologist with some meds on board that will hopefully help me NOT to go through this experience again.
[Praising God, four years this month, that it hasn’t happened again.]
To go from thinking you’re going to die to feeling pretty much as well as ever, within hours, is a strange and wondrous experience. We will all die one day, so it doesn’t always end as it did for me these two times of not being able to get my breath. For this, today, I am so grateful to God for breath…and I am reminded it is His to give.
The song Great Are You Lord beautifully presents this truth. The band All Sons & Daughters introduces the song in this way:
“Worship is when we give God His breath back.”
This morning, I give God His breath back in praise. So thankful for a husband who acted quickly for me when I couldn’t, for trained professionals and volunteers, for watchful neighbors, for kids who show up (physically and in prayer), for praying friends and family, for all the many employees at St. Mary’s (including my own youngest son) who were kind in their care …for all of this I’m grateful.
Most of all I am so very thankful for the God who gives us breath.
I love the LORD because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath! Death wrapped its ropes around me; the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD: “Please, LORD, save me!” How kind the LORD is! How good he is! So merciful, this God of ours! The LORD protects those of childlike faith; I was facing death, and he saved me. Let my soul be at rest again, for the LORD has been good to me. – Psalm 116:1-7, NLT
Would you worship with me praising God for His healing and for His helpers?
You give life, You are love
You bring light to the darkness
You give hope, You restore
Every heart that is broken
Great are You, Lord
It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise
We pour out our praise
It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise to You only
You give life, You are love
You bring light to the darkness
You give hope, You restore
Every heart that is broken
Great are You, Lord
All the earth will shout Your praise
Our hearts will cry, these bones will sing
Great are You, Lord*
Story Behind the Song – Great Are You Lord – from All Sons and Daughters
Worship Wednesday – Beneath the Waters (I Will Rise) – Hillsong – Deb Mills Writer
I too am so thankful for the LORD bringing you out of this to give HIM PRAISE and let us have you longer. Yes who thinks about breathing until they can’t. It’s the little things we take for granted, but they are most important for our lives. I forget to thank GOD for things we cant see, always too busy until it stops me in my tracks than I hit my knees. So very important to remember them and be grateful to our GOD of each breath we get everyday. We LOVE YOU GIRL AND KEEP YA IN OUR PRAYERS.
Thanks, Barbara. Everything you said is so true. Sometimes we have the opportunity, not sought after, to hit the floor in our circumstances. We are taken to our knees and He lifts us up. I also am grateful to be here longer…will be thrilled to see the Lord and folks who have gone on before. My parents, especially. The twins I didn’t see alive. So many. Still…I’m thankful to be here for now. Want to point those we love to Jesus…every step of the way. Much love!
It was your email where I had difficulty with opening the blog. No trouble with your text. That song now has a new meaning for me as several times I’ve been unable to breathe due to getting something in my windpipe. I wear a medical alert as I live alone and they assure me that they come whether I can tell them where I live or not.
Wow, Marge. So sorry about your health situation. Hopefully you never have to use that medical alert but glad you have it. And so very glad to have the glitch fixed in my blog platform. Welcome back!