Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Mending the Broken ....Heart

These photos were taken by JennyEBurr

Continuing with the theme of Mending the Broken I had a broken heart. 

In fact, I was born with one but my family and I were told that it was just a heart murmur. 

It wasn't until I was 26 years old that I learned that it was more. 

At the time, my doctor thought that it would be a good idea to have my heart murmur checked out and in doing so, we learned that I had a hole in my heart. 

A broken heart indeed

I was engaged to be married in a year's time and I was living in St. Catharines, Ontario. Arrangements were made for my surgery to take place at St. Michaels in Toronto. 

I was petrified! 

Not only was I scared of hospitals, because I never had a reason to be in one but I had no idea what the outcome would be. My future....to get married and my immediate future...to have heart surgery were at a crossroad. 

I was told by someone whose son had the same surgery that it was an easy surgery. But this was Me we were talking about and My heart. The thought of having heart surgery didn't sound easy to me.  
I can honestly say that the only way I made it through the experience was through prayer and faith. 

As I talked to God about my fears, he replaced the fears with calm and peace. Others supported me in prayer and I supported them with the calm God had supplied me. 

To prepare for the surgery and to ensure that yes indeed a hole certainly was in my heart I had to have a test. This test was worse than the surgery because at least during the surgery I would be put to sleep. For the test I had to be awake. 

For someone who feared hospitals, this was difficult to endure but necessary. The reason that I had to be awake during the test was so that the hospital staff would know that I was okay and able to respond, as a catheter was sent up an artery to my heart. 

The test confirmed that I did require heart surgery, Atrial Septal Defect (ASD) repair. 

When it was time for the surgery, the hole was large enough that a patch was needed to mend my broken heart. As I was recovering, my mom and my aunt came in to see me. 

They had been warned by the doctor that I would be very pale and this was to be expected after my surgery. When they visited me they couldn't help but smile. I had more colour than I ever had in the past. 

Broken hearts like mine, take a few weeks to heal. I was blessed to be enveloped in God's love and peace and surrounded by friends and family and my husband to be. 

Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for bringing your calming presence during my life...through the good times and the times of healing.   In Jesus' name. Amen. 

Your Turn: Have you had an opportunity to ask for God's peace during a time of brokenness? Feel free to share. 

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Mending the Broken

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