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This week, Mum would have turned 71 years old. When we had reunion dinner on the Chinese New Year’s Eve earlier this year, I did not know then that would be the last meal we would have as a family. She was warded into hospital on Chinese New Year and her homecoming three weeks later was in a casket.

It’s been six months since she passed on and left for a better home in Heaven.

For those of us still on earth, we have found our individual ways to face grief. For me, keeping mum is not the word.

Mum’s poetry-writing palliative doctor sent my family a very helpful book Caring for Yourselves and Others After Death which is published by the Singapore Hospice Council and I quote:

“Grief is a natural response to a loss we experience. The loss of a loved one can feel intensely painful for some. It is not something we try to get over, but rather, something we learn to manage and get through…”

What not to say?

“Messages such as “You need to be strong” and “It’s all in the past, let’s move on”, may lead to feelings of isolation and leave a family stuck between repeating old patterns and trying to do things differently.”

 

For me, I found a different rhythm in the past 6 months:

  1. Slowing things down

I did not make appointments with friends for about 3 months after Mum’s passing. I found it too tiring to socialize. Then I realized why.

In the three days of Mum’s wake services, I had at least 20 substantive conversations with friends who came by, not counting the short pleasantries with numerous friends and relatives who came to pay their last respects.

 

  1. Finding New Routines

Mum was the Marketing and Super-marketing Queen. After she passed on, Dad and I went to the wet market together at 6 am every Saturday. I did try to bargain for a later start so I could sleep in. But Dad said, “That’s the time your mum goes to the market.” So…that was the end of that conversation.

Just before Mum’s relapse, she and Dad walked at Botanic Gardens every day for about 3 months. Dad and I started walking there together several times a week.

 

  1. Creating Keepsakes

Since publishing is in my blood, I spent over 10 hours creating a photo book of Mum and Dad, and also incorporated pages of condolence notes from friends and relatives as well. I gave that to Dad for their wedding anniversary which came two months after Mum’s passing. He’s now asking me for an updated edition to commemorate the one-year anniversary of her passing early next year.

  1. Shaving Clean to move ahead

Dad shaved his hair for Children Cancer Foundation’s signature fundraiser Hair for Hope to support cancer patients and also remember Mum who passed on from cancer. God knows Mum takes pride in her appearance. She was blessed to be on the right side of the 50% probability of hardly any hair-loss from chemotherapy and had a full head of hair on passing. And she had her hair, nails and eyebrows done just before Chinese New Year, during which time she was warded. She looked her best even in her final days.

 

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“It is important we see grief as a changing process over time and not a one-time event. Because it is an individualised journey, there is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ way of grieving.”

You can download E-book copies of Caring for Yourself and Others After a Death and When a Death Occurs — A Guide to Practical Matters.

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” – Psalms 23:76

 

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This weekend (past) marked exactly five months since my mum passed away from cancer. It was also Children’s Cancer Foundation’s signature fundraising event Hair for Hope, held at Vivocity.

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Dad & Christopher queueing for the shave

Yesterday, Dad shaved his hair in memory of Mum.

Our godson Christopher shaved for his 4th consecutive year. Christopher shaved for the first time in 2016, together with the rest of my Botak Brigade, in support of me when I was undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. Since then, he has been convicted to shave annually to raise funds for children with cancer.

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With my family and God-family

It was a trip down two memory lanes as we remembered Mum and my own botak phase in 2016. And it was a meaningful way to support other families facing cancer. To borrow the well-worn phase, it’s best when “you never walk alone.”

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.”

                                                                                         Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

If you would like to support our bald statements for Children’s Cancer Foundation, click on these links:

Dad’s Shave for Hair for Hope 2019

Christopher’s Shave for Hair for Hope

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With bestie Gail at the end of the queue

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God Knows Leh #6 – My Botak Brigade’s raised over $32,000 for CCF!

 

 

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This weekend marks my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. Two months ago, death parted them…temporarily. One day, we will be reunited with our loved ones again because Christ has paved the way for our eternity in Heaven.

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When my parents were 50 years younger

I thought I knew my parents well. But it took Mum’s palliative doctor to show me the poem-inspiring depth of their devotion to each other, and with that, an updated blueprint for my own marriage.

When Dr Jamie Zhou first visited Mum in her hospital room (Mum was in her final two weeks of her life), she walked in and noticed that Dad and Mum were both cocooned in two separate sadness bubbles. Both were trying to put on a brave front and kept their deepest thoughts private to protect the other from what was to come.

Jamie sat next to Mum and shared with her that there are three kinds of tears:

  • ‘Onion’ tears – the type you cry as a bodily reaction to an outside irritant like onions
  • Basal tears – the type that lubricate and protect your eyes
  • Emotional tears – the only type of tears that help the body get rid of chemicals that raise cortisol, the stress hormone (ie. these tears detox the body)

Jamie hugged Mum and encouraged her to cry it out. And for the first time, Mum wept in front of Dad. Dad walked to the window and turned away to cry quietly to himself.  Jamie’s palliative team was moved to tears and cried too. And everyone stayed that way for some time.

Finally, Jamie called Dad over to Mum’s hospital bed. She got him to put his arm around Mum, in the same way that she had done. When Jamie stepped back, she saw that the silhouette of my parents’ embrace was in the outline of a heart.

The two sadness bubbles had merged into a heart-shaped bubble.

Dad and Mum wept together openly for the first time. And they finally verbalized their sorrow and fears with each other.

That scene was etched in Jamie’s memory as one of the most poignant moments that she’s experienced with her patients. Jamie, who has now become a dear friend, shared with me that she wished that she had photographed that moment. She didn’t have the chance. But she was moved to write a poem about that day.

 

I am looking at

her invisible tears.

I know that face.

The face that hides

fear and sadness:

The fear of burden,

the sadness of

separation. 

 

I am looking at

his back.

I can see the jerky movement

of his shoulders.

The silent sob

reverberating in his own bubble.

As if the immense pain,

desperation and helplessness

Is not shared between them.

 

I encourage her to cry it out.

I know she needs it.

I encourage him to turn around,

and take over the embrace.

I know she needs it.

 

And as I witness

the shared suffering,

and how the suffering

turns to support,

I wonder if I too

am her,

keeping fear and sadness inside,

for there is a sense of security 

in dealing with it,

without burdening another.

 

They exchange vows of love,

I gently fade away…

 

Poem by Dr Jamie Zhou

 

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22 February 2019 was Black Friday. That was the day that all hope was lost on any further treatment for Mum.

I was having breakfast at the Yakun outlet in Gleneagles Hospital at 8.30 am and having some quiet time before heading up to Mum’s hospital room. That morning, the Our Daily Bread e-devotion I was reading had jumped out at me.

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The key verses Isaiah 41:10 and Isaiah 41:13 included ‘hand references’:

Isaiah 41:10 “I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” 

Isaiah 41:13 “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand.”

Isaiah 41:10 was a significant verse that saw me through breast cancer surgery without fear in the same hospital two years back.

The “two hand references” caught my attention because the image of “Two Hands” had impressed upon my mind at the Littworld Global Christian Publishing conference a few months back in November 2018. Now, I was to find another layer of meaning to the ‘Two Hands’ image.

A few minutes after I had read the e-devotional, I found out why I needed God’s strength and two hands to steady me. Our doctor called me out of Yakun and informed me that Mum had thrown up stale blood that morning. It was the beginning of the end. 

In the two weeks leading up to that day, we had harboured hope that Mum would be able to start another round of chemotherapy and with this, see her life extended. 

Black Friday changed that. Mum’s remaining few months dropped to remaining few days. She could no longer undergo any more treatment as her internal system was collapsing. 

As timing would have it, three days earlier, our pastor had scheduled to visit Mum that day. Pastor Wendy came and prayed for Mum that afternoon and also requested some alone-time with her. When Pastor Wendy came out, she shared with us that Mum had expressed a deep desire to return home to God.

Five minutes after Pastor Wendy left, Mum threw up much more stale blood. She spilled over two litres of blood in all. I pressed the nurse call button several times in desperation. Dad and I were otherwise at a complete loss on what to do. We both sat there with Mum and wept in utter despair and anguish.

The e-devotional that popped up in my Inbox a few minutes after this episode was titled:

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“Jesus weeps with you. Jesus weeps for you. He weeps so we will know: Mourning is not disbelieving… Grief does not mean you don’t trust… so grieve, but don’t grieve like those who don’t know the rest of this story.”

I texted Pastor Wendy and found that she was still downstairs. My brother and Ben were on the way to hospital as we had earlier fixed a 5pm family conference with our palliative doctor to discuss how to make Mum’s last days comfortable. I asked Pastor Wendy to lead us in a short family memorial service first and we took turns to express our gratitude and say the unspoken to Mum before it was too late. 

 

Five days later, on Wednesday 27 February morning, just before Mum passed away, the e-devotional from Faithgateway that popped up in my Inbox was titled: ‘Be You, Bravely’.

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The e-devotional ended with 3 bible verses:

The first 2 verses, Isaiah 41:10 and Isaiah 41:13 were a repeat of the devotional verses from Our Daily Bread’s e-devotional on Black Friday. I had goosebumps from the coincidence, or more, God-incidence. It was God’s Word reminding me and strengthening me for the final hour.

The third verse of the devotional was Psalms 23:4 – I had repeatedly received Psalms 23 in a series of not-coincidences through various people randomly over the past week.

The end was very near. 

And in case I missed the point, as I often do, God had spoken to me in this one e-devotional that summed it up. This D-day devotional was about cancer, fear and being brave. It ended with the 2 verses that jumped out at me on Black Friday and the repeated Psalms 23 assurance through that week. And this devotional ended with the final line:  “The point from God… Daughter, I know you are afraid; let Me help.”

Mum passed away that very afternoon. This time, I did not weep. I knew that God was holding her hand and ours. Two hands.

And I knew how her story continued on.

Double Crosses

In the face of walking alongside Mum so closely through the valley of shadow of death, I experienced the deep truth of John 11:25 for the first time in my life:

Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die like everyone else, will live again.”   -John 11:25

Good Friday was Jesus’ blackest Friday on earth. The Son of God was found ‘not guilty’ by the government of that day. But he was still put to death with one of the most cruel forms of Roman executions of that time. He was crucified on a cross till death. He spilled his blood in death. All hope appeared lost.

Mum’s Black Friday would have remained Black Friday if not for Good Friday. Because Jesus died on the cross, conquered Death and resurrected back to Life again, we know Mum’s life didn’t end in death. Her new chapter is in Heaven, where there are no more tears, no more pain and no more sorrow. God’s Word gives us that blessed assurance.

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Today marks exactly one month since Mum passed away in hospital. In her last five days, there was an amazing closure of relationships.

On Saturday morning, 23rd February, she told me, “Call Kamila first.” Auntie Kamila, whom Mum loved dearly, rushed over to hospital with her entire family mid-morning. But Mum could not speak by then. She was in terrible pain and mostly sedated.

That same afternoon, I asked Mum if her youngest sister, whom I call Ah Ee, could see her. She nodded “yes” with much effort.  And it was the same, when I checked with her on Sunday afternoon if her brothers could visit. By Monday, all her siblings had seen her and said their farewells.

However, Mum seemed to be hanging on for some reason. Her oxygen level, which had plunged on Monday morning, had come back up on Tuesday. Her blood pressure and heart rate were going strong for someone in her final days.

On Tuesday night, as I sat next to her, I ran through a mental checklist of closure issues, wondering if I had missed something. I was then reminded of a texted message. A church friend, who had a strong sensing of spiritual things, had texted earlier that day that she was especially keeping my dad in prayer. She also added: “May the Lord prepare your dad to fully release your mum into His [Jesus’] safe hands…”

Was Dad the last person who needed to voice the final farewell?

At 6 am in the morning, Dad returned to Mum’s hospital room. He had slept in the guest area outside whilst I had stayed in the room with Mum.

“I need to talk to you,” I said. We went out to the corridor and I asked if he had given Mum full permission to leave us. As it turned out, he had given her many assurances but nothing so direct. We went back into the room. He assured Mum at length that he would take care of himself. Then, he gave her full release to go in peace to God. Within the next few hours, Mum’s oxygen level, blood pressure and heart rate plunged.

We decided that we also needed to uplift the mood in the room. We had forgotten ourselves the past few days and kept belaboring all the saddest things in front of her. Although Mum was fading in and out most of the time, my very perceptive best friend Gail reminded me (just the day before) that Mum could still hear us and we needed to be mindful of our conversations.

Dad started to reminisce about his early courtship days with Mum. As a young policeman, he pulled 30-hour days in the foulest-smelling places. Mum had bought him a set of Old Spice cologne and toiletries and taught Dad about Personal Grooming 101.

We wondered out loud where we could possibly buy Old Spice these days.

“Maybe Mustafa shopping centre,” someone suggested to laughter amongst the 3-4 of us in the room.

Then, Ah Ee left the room to use the public toilet. She entered the lift and pressed ‘Level 2’, which was the lobby level of Gleneagles Hospital, where Guardian Pharmacy, the eateries and the main public toilets were located. The lift however opened at Level 3, where the lecture theatre is located. Ah Ee saw a public toilet directly in her line of sight and walked out of the lift.

Gleneagles has four lifts in the hospital lobby. If she had entered any other lift, she would not have seen the 3rd floor public toilet as it only faced the lift that she had entered.

When she came out of the toilet, she noticed that there was a pop-up stand selling expensive perfumes and colognes. With Dad’s Old Spice story so fresh in her mind, Ah Ee asked the stall vendor if they sold Old Spice. The vendor rummaged through their un-displayed stock and found one Old Spice bottle.

Ah Ee very eagerly told the vendor not to sell it to anyone and that she needed to go back to Mum’s room to get her money. The vendor told her that they only set up stall in Gleneagles Hospital once a year and this was the only day of this year they were there. She also only had one bottle of Old Spice. There wasn’t even a box to go with it.

Ah Ee went running back and bought the Old Spice, which the vendor wrapped with a page of magazine paper. She rushed back to the ward excitedly and showed her purchase to Mum’s god-sister Polly who was outside Mum’s room.

It was around that time that Ah Ee tore open the magazine page wrapping the Old Spice bottle in the corridor outside Mum’s room. It was around that time that Mum passed away inside the room.

Old Spice

How did such a mysterious thing happen?

With divine intervention, Mum who in that hour passed into God’s hands, must have petitioned God to arrange a parting gift for Dad to comfort him. She had gifted him Old Spice, a sweet fragrance that time-stamped their youthful romance from over 50 years ago.

The person who bought the Old Spice was equally significant. As with siblings, differences sometimes occur and relationships get strained. Ah Ee had visited Mum every day from Saturday through Wednesday, staying long stretches, trying to seek closure with her eldest sister. Mum was mostly sedated by then and unable to speak.

“This is the closure that you were looking for,” Dad told Ah Ee in the hospital corridor after Mum left us.

The eldest sister had “tasked” the youngest sister to carry out one final act; to be the one to deliver Mum’s parting gift to Dad, her beloved. It was an alabaster jar, Old Spice edition. It was a fragrant love offering; a parting gift of sweet sorrow to a spouse and an act of forgiveness to a younger sibling.

Only God knows how improbable and yet, how perfectly calibrated the whole series of events had to be: from the “full permission” to leave in peace, to the recounting of my parent’s early courtship days, to how Ah Ee ended up on Level 3 of Gleneagles and returned with a jar and a mystery in hand.

And with that miraculous parting gift, Mum left us with a most radiant smile and returned home to be with our Lord that faithful day of 27 February 2019.

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God Knows Leh #27- A Pain in the Abdomen & 7 times of Psalms 23:6

 

 

 

 

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Over Mum’s final weeks of battling late-stage cancer, she suffered great pain in her abdomen. In the final week, she asked us to stop all treatment and release her to God. But it was difficult for us to do that. Our family desperately needed a clear assurance from God that Mum would go to a better place.

On Monday morning, Mum’s oxygen level dropped and our doctor put a tube into her nose. We started making plans for her final send-off.

Ben selected a bible verse for the obituary in the newspaper. I sent it to our family chat group for Dad’s agreement. The verse was Psalms 23:6.

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I then messaged Pastor Wendy, our church pastor, to let her know that Mum’s condition was deteriorating fast. Pastor Wendy rushed over that afternoon. Coincidentally enough, she prayed Psalms 23, which ended with the Psalms 23:6, the verse for the obituary:

“Surely goodness & mercy shall follow me all the days of my life & I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

I noticed the Psalms 23:6 coincidence but said nothing at that time. After all, Psalms 23 is a popular psalm.

I stayed overnight in Mum’s hospital room that night while Ben returned home to meet the funeral director of Serenity Caskets & Funerals at our home. After surveying our place, Serenity’s director whatsapp Ben a sample photo of the backdrop he would be providing for Mum’s casket.

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This was the 3rd time Psalms 23:6 was given to us.

The next morning, as Ben and I were talking about the Psalms 23 coincidences over breakfast at Tiong Bahru coffee shop, a friend messaged me. Her 11-year old daughter had randomly  sent me her audio reading of Psalms 23:1-6.

4th Ps 23.

This was the 4th time the Psalms 23:6 assurance was given to our family.

 

That same Tuesday morning, mum’s god-sister Polly informed her eldest sister living in Australia about mum’s deteriorating condition. Phyllis messaged back at 8.17 am:

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“When I think of Joyce…Surely goodness and mercy will follow her…”

This was 5th time the Psalms 23:6 assurance was given to us.

 

What were the chances of this happening?

Yet, in the last 2 days before Mum passed on, we received the assurance in Psalms 23:6 – a total of five times over a span of slightly over 24 hours. I knew Mum’s time with us was almost up. But now, I had full certainty that God was bringing her into His heavenly mansion.

“Maybe we’ll reach 7 times,” Ben said.

“No need lah,” I said. “5 times is good enough assurance for me,” I said.

That night, Mum slept peacefully without pain or the need for additional painkillers, unlike the earlier nights of the past week.

The next day, on the afternoon of Wednesday, 27 February 2019, Mum was called home to our Lord.

 

We had 3 nights of prayer memorial services at our home. For the first 2 nights, other church pastors came to lead the service.

Pastor Wendy, who had journeyed with us through Mum’s last week, led the 2nd March Saturday night service. As I was delivering a devotional eulogy, I gave Pastor Wendy a heads-up on what I would be sharing.

“The first part will be my reflections on my mum. For part 2, I will share about the 5 Psalms 23 assurances that we received as a family.”

I sat down and waited for the prayer service to start. Ben nudged me and said, “There’s a 6th Psalms 23 assurance.”

“Where?” I asked.

He pointed to a painting hanging on our wall which he had bought 15 years ago.

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“When I saw that painting in Vietnam, it was a picture of Psalms 23 to me – with the old trishaw rider in the darkness, riding into the light.”

“Er…that’s not counted,” I said. “You cannot just chiap something like that together. Otherwise, you can simply link anything together. There must be Psalms 23 words,” I insisted.

I picked up the prayer service bulletin and sat back down. As I did, I noticed something for the 1st time in 3 nights of the prayer services that I had never seen.

“Have we been using the same prayer service bulletin for all 3 nights?” I asked Ben.

Ben nodded yes.

I pointed to the Psalms 23:6 verse on the cover. For some strange reason, neither of us had noticed the verse before.

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“Pastor Wendy, did you select this verse?” I asked.

Pastor Wendy shook her head. “No, I leave it to the church team to handle all this.”

“The 6th Psalms 23:6,” I muttered.

Pastor Wendy asked everyone to stand up and turn to the evening’s scripture reading. There was some murmuring and confusion as she started reading because it did not correspond to the Saturday 2 March Scripture reading. Pastor Wendy had mistakenly led us in the reading of the Friday 1st March Scripture reading without realizing. Strangely enough, the pastor who led the service the night before had skipped this reading so we were looking at it for the first time.

And the scripture was this:

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In total, we received the Psalms 23:6 assurance 7 times. In the Bible, “7” is a significant number associated with completeness and perfection (both physically and spiritually). And I now had God’s complete assurance that Mum had gone to her Heavenly home in her perfect body, and I shared all this in my devotional eulogy that night.

 

On Monday, the day after we had Mum’s final send-off, Dad cleared the top shelf of his display cabinet for Mum’s personal effects. He did so with a heavy heart.

Then, he suddenly noticed something. Sitting on the top shelf were two items which had been given by Mum’s godparents some years ago.

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For privacy reasons, I’ve edited out the right side of the shelf where Mum’s personal effects sit, next to the cross and Psalms 23 stone. Other family members’ photos sit on the lower shelf to the right of my wedding photo.

One was a cross, with an engraving that read: “GOD grant me the SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change, COURAGE to change the things I can, WISDOM to know the difference.”

The company that provided my mum’s memorial services is a relatively new company called Serenity Caskets & Funerals. And they provided us the most comforting services as we came to terms with what we could not change – my mum’s sudden passing last week.

Next to the cross was a small stone decoration. The Psalms 23 assurance was cast in stone – and this was especially for my dad.

The earlier 7 Psalms 23 assurances had come through me and Ben via whatsapp or paper form, and I had communicated these to my family.

God knows that Dad needed to receive a direct assurance, one that is cast in what- looked-like a memorial stone.

These two items were given by Mum’s godparents at least 4-5 years back, when all was well with Mum. Yet, God, our Parent (ie. God, our Father), had divinely used these items from so long ago to speak to Dad in the most reassuring confirmation that he could possible receive.

Mum, surely goodness & mercy has followed you all the days of your life and we know that you now dwell in the house of our Lord forever.

Mum+Jesus

 

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2018 was a challenging year for my family. In March this year, my breast surgeon gave me the all-clear as I crossed two years from when I first found a pebble in my left breast. Our happiness was short-lived. One month later, in April, a close family member was diagnosed with critical illness. I’ll leave the details out as this is another person’s diagnosis.

But I would say that we walked through “the valley of the shadow of death” for months. Amidst the darkness, I lost focus and could not hear God.

Then, I had a freak accident.

I accidentally stabbed myself in the left ear forcibly with a sharp object that left my left eardrum tattered and torn. I’m not entirely clear how it happened except that the accidental stabbing traumatized me severely. I hardly cried through my cancer surgery and treatment. But I bawled my eyes out over the thought of going deaf in my left ear.

When I saw the ENT doctor, he showed me the ghastly damage on a TV screen and told me it was 50% damaged. Given the severity of damage, he thought I might require surgery. But he was a believer in natural healing. So he gave me antibiotics to prevent infection and asked me to see him in two weeks’ time.

At my 2nd review, my ENT doctor saw that my body had shown initial signs of repair. He decided that we would wait it out for another 4 weeks to see if I needed surgery. He said he was hopeful that my body would heal itself.

For weeks, I listened to a wind-like sound blowing through the big hole in my left ear. It was like being stuck on an airplane for 6 weeks.

When I saw the doctor again, we were amazed. My left ear drum was scarred and scabbed. But I was fully healed!

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As I stand at the cusp of a year that is passing, I look back and thank God for many things. In particular, I’m thankful for these:

  • On Christmas Eve, after 9 months of treatment, we received the scan results that death had lost its sting and my family member had received the gift of life. It’s a miracle!
  • We experienced God’s love through prayers and support of friends and an outstanding doctor who journeyed with us through the valley of despair.
  • Friends who reached out when our family was at our lowest point and pointed us to the Healing Room at Cairnhill Methodist Church. That first visit there marked the turnaround of healing and recovery in the most amazing way. It gave our family hope and sustained us through the year.
  • Last week, I saw my ENT doctor one more time as my left ear felt slightly blocked. We looked at the TV screen hooked to his ENT camera and I saw the most incredible sight. My left ear drum was a completely clear membrane, without any sign of scarring. The scab had fallen off and was blocking my ear canal, which my doctor vacuumed out. I have a brand new ear drum!

In this Christmas season and final days of the old year, I remember the “old” and look to the “new” and am thankful for how God sustained us through the year and has made all things new.

 

“If anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come. The old has gone, the new has come.”

– 2 Corinthians 5:17

 “And He who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”

–Revelations 21:5

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