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Tuesday 8 July 2014

Whom Would You Ask For on Your Death Bed?

I DID NOT REQUEST THE MINISTRY OF LABOUR ON MY DEATH BED 

Dying - have you ever been there? Had doctors and nurses sure you would not make it? This is my experience,
and I would like to set things straight.

August 13, 2013, Ross Memorial Hospital Lindsay Ontario

"We're losing her! We're losing her!" they shouted. "Hand her a phone to say good-bye to her daughter!
[You idiots,] I thought, mid-prayer [Don't you know anything about first aid? You're not supposed to talk like that around me. You're supposed to encourage me! You're supposed to say things like - Just a few more minutes. You're doing great- hang in there! You're a lucky lady!]
 They handed me the phone - "It's your daughter." 
My eyes blazed angrily, [I am not going to believe what you are saying. God wants me to live!] 
They held a phone across my blood-soaked body.
"Hello?"It was my 15 year old at Bible study.
[Thank God!] "Elizabeth?" I gasped " It's Mum. Chow Nui bit me. Call Pastor Benschop, Richie Gillingham, and Ralph Whyte, tell them I NEED PRAYER NOW!"  
I passed the phone back, and continued to pray.

Whom Would You Ask to See on Your Death Bed? 

When they told me I was dying in hospital, did I ask to speak to the labour board?
NO.
I asked to see a minister, I needed prayer.
Whom would you ask to see?
Have you ever been in a situation where doctors and nurses were insisting you would die? If it ever happens to you, know this -
you have a choice what to believe.
August 13th, 2014 - a day neither my daughter nor I will soon forget. When the hospital staff were done with me, I had over 100 sutures in the right side of my body.
August 13th, was the day God saved my physical life - when absolutely no one else could have helped. That day will probably also be etched in the minds of hospital staff who struggled to get a blood sample before they could work, drivers who found me by the side of the road, and ambulance crew who picked me up.
 It is also the day a large number of amazing healing miracles began to be worked in my body and mind to restore me to health.
You see, I was the 53 year old woman who hit international headlines, after my adventure with a 275 pound dog, and I would like to set the story straight.

8 comments:

  1. Thank you for dropping by my blog.
    Would you like to know the true story of what happened August 13, 2013 in Bethany, Ontario?
    It is not easy writing about that day, but God is giving me the strength to share it.
    Please let me know if you would like to hear more about what happened by dropping me a comment, or subscribing to my blog.

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  2. You obviously survived
    lets hear more about your journey

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  3. Yes yes yes... please tell us more.

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  4. Thanks for your encouraging words Janis and Judy. This is very difficult to write about, but it is gradually coming.
    Harper Collins Canada, suggested I get a literary agent.
    Do either of you know anyone who has ever submitted a proposal to a literary agent?

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  5. Would be very interested in hearing your story

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    1. Thanks Cindy. It's coming. as you can imagine, it is not the easiest thing to write about.

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  6. Our stories are our testimonies. Your story will minister to someone.

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    1. Thank you, Kimberly.
      This is one of the reasons I share my story.

      When you travel down the road,
      And you have a heavy load,
      Experts say that you won't last.
      All human hopes are past.
      Know that God from up above,
      Is looking down with love.
      He will hear what's in your heart,
      Don't let Holy Hope depart
      Just believe!

      Just believe!
      Just believe!
      Yes , just believe!
      Just believe!
      Our Father up above is looking down with Love,
      So just believe.

      More than anything, I hope that when others face similar situations,
      even when "experts" are telling them they will die, they will remember to call out to Our Father.

      My prayer as I lay on the ground alone at the Farm house that day, was "Father, if it is my time to go, I am ready, but please don't let my daughter find me like this, it would be too traumatic."

      I was willing to accept God's will whatever it might be, but I asked Him to protect my daughter from the trauma of finding me dead.

      What happened next was the second of many miracles God gave me that day.

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