Laworellen
Humble Prayer Partner
Also if i forgot something in how its supose to be done please tell me i still remember when i always forgot to say in jesus name amen after praying my brain injury made me forget but when someone pointed that to me and explain why i now do it. this is my first testimony. Brothers and sisters, I finally have joy in my heart again, and I wanted to share this good news with everyone. Writing has been really hard for me lately because I’m still not feeling well, so I asked an AI to help me put my thoughts together. Even though I’m struggling physically, my heart is full of happiness, and I just had to share what God has done. I want to share what I’ve been through—not just for myself, but in the hope that it helps someone else who feels trapped in a broken system. God can turn even the hardest seasons around. My health struggles began decades ago. In 1993, I was treated for a thyroid condition. Then, just months after finishing treatment in early 1994, a 100-pound object struck my temple, causing a traumatic head injury. I recovered enough to keep working, but it left lasting damage—especially with memory, math, and writing. One of the most significant things I forgot was the need for yearly thyroid monitoring. Despite the injury, I pushed forward. I worked physically demanding jobs, including as a professional mover, even while dealing with multiple herniated discs. I adapted, learned systems, and kept going. But life continued to bring more challenges—car accidents, injuries, and growing strain on my body. Because I had missed years of thyroid check-ups, my condition worsened silently. In 2025, doctors discovered a ### cm mass in my neck—thyroid cancer. I had my thyroid removed and went through treatment. From that point on, my body became completely dependent on medication (levothyroxine) to function. What should have been a path to recovery turned into a new kind of battle. After surgery, I needed regular lab monitoring, especially Free T4 levels, to keep my dosage safe. But consistent testing wasn’t done, even as my dose was increased. By ###, lab results finally showed I had been dangerously overmedicated. I ended up hospitalized with serious neurological symptoms, including vision problems. Even after discharge, I received confusing medication instructions that didn’t match my actual prescription. If I had followed them without question, I could have taken an even higher, more dangerous dose. At the same time, I couldn’t afford regular lab work, so my condition continued to spiral. Severe fatigue, weakness, brain fog, and loss of mobility left me barely able to function some days. My extremely high pain tolerance made things even harder—my “2” on the pain scale was often someone else’s “8.” Combined with memory issues from my head injury, I was frequently misunderstood by medical professionals. It felt like I was stuck in a painful loop: trying to get help, but constantly running into walls of poor communication, assumptions, and lack of access. But God is faithful. After months of pushing through the system—making calls, asking hard questions, and refusing to give up—I was finally approved for financial assistance. I now have a primary care appointment scheduled, referrals to specialists, and even transportation arranged so I can actually get there. For the first time in a long time, I’m not just surviving—I’m moving toward real stability and healing. This journey has taught me two powerful lessons: Communication and understanding matter deeply. Two people can use the same words and still miss each other completely. Assumptions in healthcare can have life-altering consequences. Hope and persistence still win. Even after decades of setbacks, breakthrough is possible. I’m sharing this testimony because if it encourages even one person to speak up when something doesn’t feel right, ask one more question, or keep fighting when the system feels impossible—then every struggle has purpose. Thank you for reading and for your prayers. I’m trusting God for continued healing and strength in the days ahead. Please keep me in your prayers as I start this new chapter of care.
