During that difficult season, my son was in CICU ward for five long months’ time after the major operation. To make matters even more critical, his lungs had collapsed due to the prolonged pressure which caused by the displaced organs. Within just one week after operation, he had to be re-intubated because his lungs had deteriorated into what I saw on the x ray image which doctor showed me right then as “Italy-alley” shaped… and I had witnessed the whole thing – I saw my son’s oxygen level dropped from low 90s to low 30s on the monitoring machine…
The whole medical team strongly advised that he undergo a tracheostomy in order to prevent further life-threatening breathing complications. Yet, as a mother, I could not accept it. Deep within my heart, I held firmly to the belief that God was not finished with my son, Jadon. I believed the Lord was still with us and still working, even in the midst of that critical situation, as my praises and prayers continually ascended to heaven.
Day after day, during their ward rounds, the doctors tried to persuade me. Twice a day they spoke to me about the procedure, and each time I declined. By the third day, they approached me once again.
As I had done before, I refused. But this time, with deep anguish in my heart, I responded, ” My God promised me He would heal my Jadon! My God promised me He will enable my son to rise up and worship Him with his own voice. I do not want this procedure!”
At that moment, the atmosphere changed. One of the senior doctors spoke firmly to me and said: “Whether you like it or not, you still have to think about it ok? Your son’s condition cannot be healed, don’t you understand?” As you all can imagine, as a broken-hearted mother standing before the medical professionals, tears streamed down my face. The senior doctor asked,” Perhaps this tracheostomy can be a sign from your God, right?” Immediately, I answered with conviction, “No! It is not!”.
For I believed with all my heart that our great God does not heal by “digging a hole” in my son’s throat and giving him another medical machine to reply on for life. Our God Almighty Jesus Christ, who is the author of life, was still able to breathe His healing upon my son.