February 27, 2017 by Kgalalelo
In June of 2015 I visited the orthopaedic surgeon having had a constant pain on the smallest toe of my foot. It was in the beginning of the winter season and I only became aware and experienced the pain during that time as I had begun wearing closed shoes.
I was at a funeral with my husband one Saturday morning when I started complaining about the excruciating pain on my toe. The burial was long and we had been standing on foot for quite sometime. He turned to me and muttered, ‘why don’t you visit the doctor and check it out?’. I never thought it was a big deal, though the pain was severe but took his advise and made an appointment with the GP on Monday morning. The consultation led to a referral to the orthopaedic surgeon at the hospital as the doctor couldn't tell what the problem was but hinted that I could be sent in for X-rays.
I visited the surgeon the following week and indeed the X-ray seemed to be the natural and common step to take for such an occurrence. I spent approximately thirty minutes at the radiology division and was referred back to the surgeon with the results in an envelope. What came out of the X-rays was feedback that my toe was in fact broken and I could see how crooked it was from the images. It was such a huge surprise to learn that I had been walking around with a broken toe as the doctor explained that it couldn't have happened recently. The extent to which the toe was bent indicated the severity of the problem and required surgery to correct.
I listened patiently as the surgeon explained the procedure to be followed in trying to rectify the situation, avoiding medical jargon as much as possible. I appreciated the simplicity in which he explained and the honesty in the knowledge that any medical procedure is risky and complications may arise including infection. He made it clear that the small toe was delicate and needed extra care in the operating room. I left the consultation room with a clear understanding of what needed to be done as we agreed to see each other again the following month in July for the procedure. In the meantime I could either endure the pain wearing my usual shoes or purchase bigger ones and free the poor toe.
The July appointment was on a Thursday which was the day that the surgeon usually performed his surgeries. Other days were dedicated to other functions including seeing patients and making rounds at the wound clinic to visit those who have already been under the knife. I was given the instruction to be there at 6.a.m. for admission, the command which I honoured. Unfortunately the admission had to be delayed as all the beds in the orthopaedic ward were still occupied. I could only go to the ward at 10 a.m. when some of the patients were discharged.
On my arrival at the ward, I was immediately prepped by the nurses who were expecting me. The anesthetist came shortly afterwards followed by the surgeon who reiterated the procedure he would perform, for my comfort. He simply explained that he would make an incision on the toe and insert a small nail to try and straighten the toe. He explained that the procedure would take a short period of time if complications didn't arise seeing that the bones on the toe were quite small. I signed all paper work provided and was shortly whisked off to the theatre by two hospital staff. It seemed like a longish trip as we made a few turns down the corridors and soon the bed was pushed inside a huge elevator that went downwards.
The theatre was on the ground level and the temperature there was colder than in the ward. Everyone was very friendly; I suppose to keep all patients calm. There were few people in surgical masks there and it was difficult to tell who was part of the team but as soon as the surgeon approached and spoke to me, I recognised him and I felt at ease. I was prepped again on the theatre bed by a different team of medical staff and shortly fell asleep.
I came out of theatre after a while with a cast on my foot and around the ankle. I was wheeled back to the ward still feeling dizzy but responding well. The operation was complete and successful and later on I could see the nail protruding at the tip of my little toe. I was kept in the hospital overnight for observation though I felt fine except some pain I felt on the foot. I was discharged the following morning and given crutches that I had to use at home daily and follow other strict doctor’s orders. Fair enough, I did follow the orders and it was easy as I was booked off from work for a few weeks to recuperate.
I was scheduled for check-ups afterwards in order for the doctor to determine whether there was any improvement. I went for another set of X-rays after six weeks and when they came back, the surgeon informed me that the nail didn’t improve the condition that much and he suggested another method where he would insert a small screw on the toe this time around. There was no resistance from me as I wanted my toe to function well and so agreed on the date for the second operation and when that time came, I visited the hospital again and taken for another trip to the theatre.
The second procedure was also successful and instead of a cast, I had on a moon boot to support the foot. It was amusing how everyone thought I had a huge injury on the leg when they saw the moon boot, only to find that a very small toe was tied in bandages inside that boot. I stayed home for a while again and elevated the foot as much as possible not to put pressure on it.
One Saturday, I went with my husband to the bank for a transaction and I had forgotten the proof of residence and the banker refused to assist me. He turned to my husband to break the news to him in a sorrowful way and when we left we both wondered why he didn’t tell me directly. I had been sitting on a wheel chair at that time as it was tedious hopping around with the crutch on one foot at the mall. Funny how he thought I couldn't comprehend just because I was injured.
I kept the moon boot on for a while and on Sundays would go to church and back home without really thinking that I was in fact, in God’s theatre. I met one of the mothers at my children’s school when we were both dropping the kids off who said to me ‘why don’t you go to the pastor to pray for you’? It was pretty surprising that the thought never crossed my mind nor did I make a big deal of the condition of my toe but I knew that she was right. She was an angel sent from God to tell me that the season had come. It was still in the middle of the week and I prepared myself through prayer to receive from God. I went to church that Sunday with an expectation as I knew that the time had come to receive my healing.
There are many instances in the Bible where God called out to people to receive what He had in store for them, be it a better life, inheritance, healing, protection, a good future and so forth. You need to recognise the season and be obedient as seen in the following scriptures:
There are many other similar examples throughout the Bible and in everyday life.
On the Sunday of my healing, the pastor indeed made a call to all those who required healing for all bone related injuries and I knew that I had to step out in faith and meet him at the altar, which I did. I had made contact with the heavens and my healing was imminent. The pastor prayed for me and requested that the boot be removed and the crutches taken away and I simply took the step and walked. I was under the anointing of the Holy Spirit and could not stand for long and fell on the ground and then got up again and walked and it was final. I walked out of God’s theatre without the boot nor the crutch. My husband had taken them to the car. When I got home I could still feel some pain but I continued to stand in faith that I was healed and never went back to the crutches. I took a step forward and never looked back and today I have fully recovered.
I have seen more from God and obeyed when given guidance and direction. When I spoke to the Holy Spirit also about my intentions to begin the blog I wasn’t sure where it would take me. I had a set of ideas for articles that I would be working on but the Spirit of God had a different plan and I had to throw my own titles out of the window. The book that I wrote also happened the very same way, I had ideas about the book but as soon as I started typing, I took a completely different direction. I was given the title and the contents for the book the same way that I received the title for the website. Knowledge just came and I knew that I had to follow the wisdom that I was receiving. I had recognised the times and acted upon the inspiration I was receiving.
I am filled with gratitude for the opportunity and the platform I have been given to send the message across. This is not by my power or might but by the Spirit of God. If your season to take action has come, then do it and don't delay. God is waiting on you, it’s not the other way round since God is always ready. He is not taken by surprise nor does he need to take time to think something over. Do not hesitate, recognise the season!
Kgalalelo Saane Mphephuka
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