My Angel Doctor

I think is normal for patients to see doctors who help us as being like angels (because in many ways, what they do is divine), but sometimes the way in which we meet one is so special, so unique, it defies normal human reasoning.

The angelic.

I hope that you are lucky enough to meet yours in your time of need.

I attached below a photocopy of what I posted on Facebook a few minutes ago…It is the story of how I met my Angel doctor.

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Dr. S,

I read this article on Yahoo about this car accident, and I couldn’t help myself–I had to share the story of my sobbing in the reception area of Dr. Z’s office for 30 minutes after she kicked me out of her office–I just sat there, crying and crying and begging God to help me (and you know I’m not much of a praying type 🙂 I just kept saying ‘please send someone to help me’, over and over again…

I can’t conceive what would have happened to me if things had ended differently on September 16, 2005, because there would not have been a me anymore…instead, I would have died early November mysteriously at home…an autopsy would have confirmed lesions on my brain as well as revealed lesions on other various tissue samples, but the death probably would have been ruled unknown natural causes.

Dr. H never would have pulled my blood cultures if there hadn’t been someone looking over her shoulder. Someone she felt accountable to, someone she wanted to impress.

I have to write my blood. This yahoo article inspired me more than ever, because it reminds me I only walk the earth because others have been there for me so much. Like what you did for me in June. I was staring down the barrel of a loaded shot gun that was about to blast off. Thank you for disarming it.

It’s time for me to give back, and knowledge is all I have to offer. I need to start doing my best to share it–

The link to the yahoo article. It’s so beautiful.

http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/mystery-priest-vanishes-anointing-crash-victim-120045075.html?vp=1#

About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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