1. Lord I need
And all who touched him were healed.
With God, all things
I will restore you to health and heal
your wounds, declares the Lord.
My May 23rd appointment with the rehabilitation therapist went so well that they told me there was nothing they could do for me. They put me through all of their hardest tests for mental ability, awareness and memory and I passed every one.
Instead of having my follow-up eye exam at the Parkland ophthalmology clinic, I asked to do it with Dr. Bubela, the optometrist who had spotted the signs of problems with my optic nerve. When I called to make the appointment, his staff members recognized my name right away. “Oh. Mr. Prater. We’re so glad to hear from you,” a receptionist said. When I went in, I shook Dr. Bubela’s hand and hugged him in eternal gratitude.
During the exam, he once again dilated my pupils. There was still some residual swelling around the optic nerve and the peripheral vision in my right was still not what it should be, but I was improving. Thanks be to God.
I had numbness from my upper right lip to the tip of my nose for several weeks after the surgery. At times, I had itching sensations on the side of my nose, but when I scratched I couldn’t feel anything and the itching persisted without relief. But that too began to subside by the second week in June.
I knew that I would need to be closely monitored for the next several years for signs of tumor regrowth. I would probably have to have periodic MRIs to scan for abnormal cell growth.
I sent a long thank you note on May 21 to my Verizon friends and colleagues expressing my sincere thanks for their support, prayers and thoughtfulness. Here is some of what I said:
First of all, I want to give all of the praises and glory unto God. We serve a living God and my personal experience with Him through this trial has made me a witness of His Glory.
I can not find the words to express the gratitude that I feel for the tremendous outpouring of flowers, prayers and support that I received during this crisis. It is said that at the end of one’s life, you can measure your success or wealth by the number of positive influences and friends. Based on this and your response, I know that if I had not survived this, I would have gone to heaven as a very wealthy man. My mom was here with me during my hospital stay and was simply amazed by your response and literal world-wide support.
For those of you who have not heard the story, this was a case where God almighty himself intervened and helped me make decisions that ultimately saved my life. These were decisions that I would not have made on my own. If you would like to know more (and everyone of faith should), I am working with my sister (a former journalist for the Miami Herald who was here during my hospital stay) to chronicle my experiences and publish a blog. We expect to have this completed in the coming weeks.
If you would like to call, please call me at home. Or if you have Verizon Wireless service, you can all me on my cell (free Verizon to Verizon calls -- my minutes this month are WAY OUT OF CONTROL).
© 2007 Gerald L. Prater