Post by Cindy on Aug 13, 2015 12:59:52 GMT -5
I was thinking back awhile ago and remembered something that happened when my daughter Jennifer was 2 years old. I took her in to the pediatrician for her two year check up and she was being seen by a doctor that had never seen her before, although he had her records. The clinic I went to at the time had a large number of doctors and they just gave you an appointment with whichever one had an opening regardless of whether they knew you or not. So I took her in for her check up. She wasn't sick or anything so it wasn't a big deal, at least I didn't think so.
But then I was used to Jennifer and all that she could do. I really didn't think about it alot, because I concentrated on keeping her able to do all the things we'd taught her with God's help. I knew the doctors and nurses were all excited about it, at least those who saw her regularly. Many of them told me that they were writing papers about her. I have no idea though if they really did or not.
When I took her in for her appointment, this doctor quite literally threw a fit after a super quick examination of her! He told me he'd read her chart and he "knew" that there was just no way that she could be doing the things she was. I guess after reading of all that had been wrong with her and that her doctors had all insisted that she would never roll over, sit up, feed herself, talk, walk or do anything else on her own, he simply couldn't believe that they'd all been so very wrong.
He literally threw her chart across the room and then began yelling at me, accusing me of bringing in a different child!!!! At first, I couldn't figure out what his problem was or what he was talking about or why, because other doctors there had seen her and knew she was doing well. As I stood there holding her, in total shock, it finally dawned on me that his faith was in medicine and when "medicine" said something couldn't happen, then in his mind it simply couldn't; so the only option to him was that I'd brought in a different child because the "real Jennifer" (as he put it) wouldn't be able to walk or talk or anything else. I felt so bad for him. I never got a word in edgewise though as he yelled like that until he left the room slamming the door behind him. When I say "he yelled", I do mean yelled. It was more then loud enough even with the door closed for everyone in the office to hear him - including the doctors who knew quite well that Jennifer could do these things. I've often wondered if any of them tried to explain it to him or if he ever accepted it. I'll never know though because we never saw him again. I don't know if it was intentional or if it just worked out that way.
After he raged out of the room, I calmly got my baby dressed, took her home and enjoyed watching her do all the things they said she couldn't, thanking God for His mercy and grace!
After all I went though from the moment of Jennifer's birth until she had completely grown up and graduated from high school, I've always wanted people to know that you don't have to accept any doctors prognosis, no matter how fantastic of a doctor they are. The doctors who took care of Jennifer when she was born, the ones who said she'd die, or at best be a vegetable, were some of the best in the country. Others who saw her later, were also at the top of their profession. So these weren't just some backwater doctors who didn't know what they were saying. They all forgot one major thing though. They forgot that God is in control and God hadn't said that was how things had to be. So if someone tells you that you or a loved one has some horrible disease, or won't live or only has a short time left on this earth, be assured that they are only doctors, only human. They are not God and don't have a hot line to God's office, but you do! God does still work miracles every day. I know because He's worked many of them in my life and the lives of my family. I'm no more special then anyone else so I know He works just as many if not more for others as well. God loves us and will do a great deal for us if we'll only ask, believe and obey.
But then I was used to Jennifer and all that she could do. I really didn't think about it alot, because I concentrated on keeping her able to do all the things we'd taught her with God's help. I knew the doctors and nurses were all excited about it, at least those who saw her regularly. Many of them told me that they were writing papers about her. I have no idea though if they really did or not.
When I took her in for her appointment, this doctor quite literally threw a fit after a super quick examination of her! He told me he'd read her chart and he "knew" that there was just no way that she could be doing the things she was. I guess after reading of all that had been wrong with her and that her doctors had all insisted that she would never roll over, sit up, feed herself, talk, walk or do anything else on her own, he simply couldn't believe that they'd all been so very wrong.
He literally threw her chart across the room and then began yelling at me, accusing me of bringing in a different child!!!! At first, I couldn't figure out what his problem was or what he was talking about or why, because other doctors there had seen her and knew she was doing well. As I stood there holding her, in total shock, it finally dawned on me that his faith was in medicine and when "medicine" said something couldn't happen, then in his mind it simply couldn't; so the only option to him was that I'd brought in a different child because the "real Jennifer" (as he put it) wouldn't be able to walk or talk or anything else. I felt so bad for him. I never got a word in edgewise though as he yelled like that until he left the room slamming the door behind him. When I say "he yelled", I do mean yelled. It was more then loud enough even with the door closed for everyone in the office to hear him - including the doctors who knew quite well that Jennifer could do these things. I've often wondered if any of them tried to explain it to him or if he ever accepted it. I'll never know though because we never saw him again. I don't know if it was intentional or if it just worked out that way.
After he raged out of the room, I calmly got my baby dressed, took her home and enjoyed watching her do all the things they said she couldn't, thanking God for His mercy and grace!
After all I went though from the moment of Jennifer's birth until she had completely grown up and graduated from high school, I've always wanted people to know that you don't have to accept any doctors prognosis, no matter how fantastic of a doctor they are. The doctors who took care of Jennifer when she was born, the ones who said she'd die, or at best be a vegetable, were some of the best in the country. Others who saw her later, were also at the top of their profession. So these weren't just some backwater doctors who didn't know what they were saying. They all forgot one major thing though. They forgot that God is in control and God hadn't said that was how things had to be. So if someone tells you that you or a loved one has some horrible disease, or won't live or only has a short time left on this earth, be assured that they are only doctors, only human. They are not God and don't have a hot line to God's office, but you do! God does still work miracles every day. I know because He's worked many of them in my life and the lives of my family. I'm no more special then anyone else so I know He works just as many if not more for others as well. God loves us and will do a great deal for us if we'll only ask, believe and obey.
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