The tumor (pt. 2)

If you missed part one of me finding out about when I had a tumor (the size of an egg) in my nose then check it out HERE

My family and I waited for a surgery date/time in Dallas when I received a phone call from my doctor. He finally had good news. Apparently there was a centimeter (or two…) between the tumor and my brain. He decided to keep me in Amarillo to operate on me and have a doctor on stand-by in case something major happened. My surgery was scheduled for “tomorrow morning.”

The next morning my parents took me in for surgery. Josh and his family met us up there and stayed in the room while we were waiting. I remember the doctor coming in and meeting with us. He informed us all of how dangerous the surgery would be and what all it would entail. They would be cutting through my eye socket, behind my ear, through my throat and pulling pieces of the tumor out from each area. It would take several hours and someone needed to stay in the room at all times. I remember my dad praying and I remember telling the doctor that I was in the Great Physician’s hands. He said he “sure hoped so.” I said my good-byes to my family and the guys in scrubs rolled me down the hall.

My boyfriend watched as they rolled me away – and unknown to me at the time, that’s when he realized he had fallen in love with me.

newlyweds

I don’t remember much after that. I only remember the doctor asking me how many boyfriends I had before he stuck me with a needle and I was out. Then it happened.

The tumor just fell out of my nose.

He had no explanation of how this thing just fell out. He asked “do you know how many doctor visits before this surgery where I tugged on that thing and it wouldn’t budge?” He went on to say it was connected with a BONE and even had a blood supply. In all of his years of practicing, he had never seen anything like this before.

I had an explanation: From the day I found out about the tumor I had been praying for the thing to just fall out. I waited. And waited. And waited. It never fell out and I began to wonder why – I had the faith, I just knew it was going to fall out….but if “never did” – but then I realized: I was just expecting it to fall out on my time, at my apartment or something – I believe God used this miracle, not for myself necessarily, but for that doctor. That’s why the tumor didn’t fall out on my time, when I thought that it should.

Now the tumor is out; however, I’m 21 years old and living on my own with a mediocre job. I pay all of my own bills and had zero insurance. Overnight I had $10,000.00 worth of medical debt that I was now responsible for.

**Come back soon to read how the debt disappeared almost as fast as the tumor!

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A tumor (the size of an egg) in my nose!

Part 1

9 years ago, I began to get congested – like all the time. But I thought it was normal because when I was kid I was told I had chronic sinusitis (a 24/7 sinus infection) so to me, it was normal to not be able to breathe through my nose. But then one day, an elementary kid that I tutored asked me “Ms. Whitney, what’s that ball in your nose?”

I had no idea anyone else could see it! I mean, I noticed it, but that’s because I look in the mirror every day. It began to grow. So finally I went to the doctor to have it checked out. Six men with a “flashlight” staring up my nose trying to figure out what this ball was and they had never seen anything like it before.

A biopsy was done and it came back a tumor.

I was a baby Christian at the time. In fact, I had only been going to church for 3 months. Josh (my husband) but my boyfriend at the time, had invited me to church. He was more of a “seasoned Christian” and not only held my hand physically through all of this, but spiritually as well. He began to share healing scriptures with me, which I spoke over myself daily. I placed them on my bathroom mirror, my nightstand, by the door, on my steering wheel, on my work computer…I spoke these scriptures over myself all the time.

It seemed like every time the phone rang, I was getting bad news – the worst? That the tumor went to my brain. They told me to prepare for a trip to Dallas because there wasn’t a seasoned surgeon in the area that could perform this type of surgery. We prepared as we prayed.