Around seven years ago I had an X ray on a kidney stone that had moved to my bladder. During the X ray one of the people looking at the results said, “oh dear”, which I can’t say I was overly chuffed about! It turned out that the inside wall of my bladder had burst through the outside in nine places. If you picture a silhouette of Mickey Mouse’s head, but add an extra ear three times the size in between the first two, then add six more smaller ones around his chin - well, that is pretty much the way it looked.
I have basically been on and off antibiotics for around seven years. Nothing leaves the pockets and really nasty, rather painful infections start. Last year I had nine infections in eleven months.
Over the last few years I have been prayed for numerous times and have often gone through long periods without infection, Praise God. But it gets even better. About three months ago after several rather nasty scans, an ultrasound scan and lots of prayer from friends, I went for yet another scan. This one showed just three large pockets clumped together and that was it… six had disappeared. I was puzzled and then amazed, thank you God again, praise Jesus!
Bizarrely, the doctors didn’t seem overly concerned about the lack of six pockets but as a result were now happy to operate on me to get rid of the remaining three. For a while I wondered why the last three were still there - maybe my friends are bad at prayer! (Just kidding.) The thing is, if the last scan had shown zero pockets then the doctors could quite easily have written off the pockets as faults with the scans. Also, with the other six gone I could then be operated on without removing too much bladder. Plus, of course, I get a cool scar! I might never know the exact reason why things happened as they did and I don’t mind at all.
I told the surgeon after the op that six smaller pockets disappeared through prayer. He said, “Ok”, paused for a few seconds and then said, “Your operation went very well. We removed the three pockets and, just so you know, one of them was so big that it could fit on your head like a swimming cap!” I am not overly comfortable with the thought of how they know that.
Basically I just want to say thank you, Jesus; thank you, God for being Awesome. Thank you for healing me, thanks to the doctors, nurses, and surgeons for fixing me, and thank you to everyone who prayed for me. It works!