Leah B.
Servant of All
As you may recall, I have COPD because I chain smoked for years. I quit smoking in 2018. Anyway, I went to my pulmonologist this afternoon. I am STILL holding my own on the pulmonary function tests ten years since my diagnosis. And besides this, guess what my oxygen saturation was today? 97%! That is near-normal. Praise God! Okay. This being said, I did discuss the incidental finding of aortic calcifications the radiologist who read my CAT scan results at the dental specialist's office found. My pulmonologist reassured me I'm very likely okay, but he wants to see a copy of the CAT scan or at least read the results. He said if I need a heart doctor, he'll get me a great one. My prayer in Jesus's name is that I will be able to easily obtain a copy of the CAT scan and that I don't actually need to go see a cardiologist. My other prayer in Jesus's name is that I obtain a copy of a letter I requested my pulmonologist to write for me well before the end of the month. Okay. Moving right along, I am sorry to say that the reprieve I got from my jaw movement and pain as well as a few good nights' sleep on my new bed, are over. The pain and movement and resultant exhaustion have come back with a vengeance. I believe the specialized jaw orthotic plus other therapies in the works will turn the corner for me, but my faith is faltering. Please pray in Jesus's name to strengthen my faith and my resolve. I'm still restricting my caffeine intake, but I'm SO tired and so tempted to go off the wagon with this. I crave caffeine because I have both poor sleep and not enough sleep. I'm trying so hard not to give in. Alright. Next up: Numerous problems that God knows, and I won't go into detail here about because this prayer will be ten pages long are contributing to my physical problems and very likely to my insomnia. In Jesus's name, please pray I will stop feeling so overwhelmed and pray for resolutions to the problems themselves. Okay. And now for my message from Jesus: After my pulmonary check-up, I went to a restaurant with my friend. While I was sitting there, not even talking about my pain or all these issues that are always weighing on my heart, this lady from an adjoining booth set a tiny plastic object on our table and then disappeared in a flash. [My dining companion told me this was a woman. I didn't even see her.] I picked this object up, and it turned out to be a figure of Jesus. On his blue sash, it says, "Jesus
YOU," exactly as you see it written here except the heart is black, not red. Isn't that just amazing? Jesus sent me a message!
