For some days in the past week, I have experienced chest pain. It has been a pattern for some years and even made me go in for annual mammogram and X-ray while thinking it was my left breast that was being invaded.
On 8/22/2020, I woke up to same kind of tearing pain, it was same pain from the previous day and I didn’t want to go to emergency room because of some reasons. All morning on Saturday, I managed to run my life. I cancelled my weekly Saturday cooking, canceled the fence painting I scheduled and minimized movement. I was mostly in bed. I only managed to join the weekly widow’s program, ‘The 4 @ 5’, it was too late to excise myself and the topic was also important to me so I took the decision to participate in the love session on Facebook.
Daniella stayed around and kept praying for me and reminding me not to die. I saw worry in her eyes.
When I couldn’t bear the pain any longer and my concern grew, I agreed to go to the ER. Just before we left, she came down to my bedroom, held my palms and told me to join her and pray, the authority in her voice shocked me, she always would first pray when we have challenges. I had tears in my eyes as she prayed and said the following;
Daniella: mom, are you dressed yet? Let’s pray, let’s pray ok?
Me: Ok. (I closed my eyes)
Daniella: Father God, my mom is going to hospital now to see her doctor because her chest has been paining her. My mom was crying when I came downstairs and I don’t like that. Please make her not to cry again ok? I pray in the name of Jesus that she’s healed. I don’t want her to die, she’s my mom and must not die. I cover her in the blood of Jesus. I bind this pain now in Jesus name, Amen.
Me: Amen. Amen. Thank you Lord for answering our prayer.
Me: Thank you so much for coming down to pray with me ok? I won’t die but I need to see a doctor because the pain is worrisome. I was worried about the hospital bills because I don’t have insurance so that’s why I was delaying. But God will provide and I pay. Do you believe?
Daniella: yes, yes. God loves you.
Me: ok let’s go. I can’t walk fast, so go first, I am right behind you. Let’s join Aunty Ify. God bless her for getting me to the hospital.
I thought I was just going to run tests and go home, it wasn’t how I had thought it was going to be, I was admitted and from urine test, to blood work, EKG, ECG, and some I can’t remember what they were called.
At about 10.37pm, I chatted with Ify and to my shock, Daniella was still awake and waiting for me. I was told she said she would not sleep and would wait for me to be home. Ify told me that Daniella took my handbag downstairs to my room and sat by the stairs leading down to my bedroom.
When I finally had access to phone on Sunday afternoon to speak to them, she sounded apprehensive and I was told she wasn’t her normal self during the church service. I didn’t know how to tell her that I would be in hospital till Monday. Thank God the Cardiologist came in shortly after and told me they had canceled the Stress test I was billed to run on Monday morning and asked that I be sent home and to return as outpatient to see them.
Daniella’s joy when they picked me up shortly after brought me to tears. I was told that she kept saying that her mom won’t die. How did she get to have such determination? Is determination the right word?
As soon as we got home, she handed me a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator and told me to rest. Minutes later when she brought down a bag for me, the following conversation took place;
Me: Busky, thank you for getting this bag down, thank you for praying for me, I am fine ok? Are you still worried? Is there something you want to say to me?
Daniella: mom, I am happy you’re back. I was afraid, I told Jesus to make sure you don’t die. I love you ok? I will be upstairs and will come down to check if you’re sleeping, please sleep ok?
Me: yes, they told me to rest. I will type my blog post and that’s all I will do. I wish you could type so I dictate it to you.
Daniella: what?? Typing? I will call your doctor now! Ok do it and rest. Don’t do Facebook live ooo. If you do I will report you. Don’t go to the kitchen, don’t shout my name ok? Call my phone when you want anything ok? Gozie, did you hear what I said?
Me: ! Gozie doesn’t have strength to shout any name ooo. I am still traumatized by what I saw at the ER yesterday. Daniella, I love you. Now I know why God allowed you to stay!
Daniella: you’re a good mom and I love you too. Are you hungry?
Me: no, I had lunch at the hospital. I just want to stay in bed. Please don’t come down except I call you ok?
Daniella: ok mom, be good. Be a good girl ok?
Daniella: say “yes Miss Daniella.”
Me: yes, Ms. Daniella.
She climbed upstairs and i heaved a smile of relief and grabbed my IPad to ensure my readers don’t get disappointed when they click on my blog on Monday morning!