Gratitude is the platform for altitude in life. A lot of people do not see reason(s) to be grateful to God. They complain persistently for lack of food, jobs, spouse, particular sex of child(ren) and other material things. Some even curse God for the way they were created, their looks, heights, complexion, and for the present situations they are passing through. They've refused to acknowledge God's mercy and protections that kept them alive and in good health, which is above all things. Am here to share a piece of my own life experience with you. After going through this piece you will see the reason(s) to glorify God and fight on for the fulfillment of your life purpose.
I was born into the family of Rev. Pius and Deaconess Caroline Okun. I am the fourth daughter of a family of seven.
Right from birth, I was diagnosed of NASAL BONY CHOANAL ATRESIA (A respiratory disorder whereby one nostril, was blocked)
l was told by my parents that I had catarrh right from birth and that my nose never dried up for once when l was a little girl; little did they know that it was a blockage in my nostril. I was only a child that didn't know pains but when I grew up to a stage I could explain my pains.
In as much as I am greatly talented and involved in so many activities in my local church then, I couldn't go far due to the excruciating pains I went through.
It just kept increasing to the point that people began to see me as a demonic, cursed child and as an agent from hell sent on a mission to destroy my family and the church. I went through series of medical test, but nothing positive came out of them. At a point it was as if I was a sickle cell patient but I wasn't.
In addition, in the year I999, the doctor confirmed that I had spleen problem and while I was battling with it, I was again diagnosed of appendicitis, it was so terrible that sometimes I fell down along the street, during choir, drama and dance rehearsals, sometimes I collapsed at home.
On the 11th of July, 2000 I went for the appendicitis operation and after the operation I was discharged 3 days after. A week later, I discovered that the area I was operated upon began to swell hence I was taken back to the clinic for check-up. After a careful examination the doctor discovered that portion of the cotton wool used for the operation was in my stomach (which means they forgot it during the process of the operation thank God nothing serious had happened to me) The affected area was re-opened and the cotton wool was taken out from my stomach. At this point I concluded that the problem was over not knowing that the exact problem just began.
The sickness continued, the struggle increased, the chest pain never stopped, catarrh never dried, my right nostril never opened and I usually have unbearable pain every year it gets to the season I did the operation. It went on and progressed to another stage of shame and sorrow.
To Be Continued.........
I was born into the family of Rev. Pius and Deaconess Caroline Okun. I am the fourth daughter of a family of seven.
Right from birth, I was diagnosed of NASAL BONY CHOANAL ATRESIA (A respiratory disorder whereby one nostril, was blocked)
l was told by my parents that I had catarrh right from birth and that my nose never dried up for once when l was a little girl; little did they know that it was a blockage in my nostril. I was only a child that didn't know pains but when I grew up to a stage I could explain my pains.
In as much as I am greatly talented and involved in so many activities in my local church then, I couldn't go far due to the excruciating pains I went through.
It just kept increasing to the point that people began to see me as a demonic, cursed child and as an agent from hell sent on a mission to destroy my family and the church. I went through series of medical test, but nothing positive came out of them. At a point it was as if I was a sickle cell patient but I wasn't.
In addition, in the year I999, the doctor confirmed that I had spleen problem and while I was battling with it, I was again diagnosed of appendicitis, it was so terrible that sometimes I fell down along the street, during choir, drama and dance rehearsals, sometimes I collapsed at home.
On the 11th of July, 2000 I went for the appendicitis operation and after the operation I was discharged 3 days after. A week later, I discovered that the area I was operated upon began to swell hence I was taken back to the clinic for check-up. After a careful examination the doctor discovered that portion of the cotton wool used for the operation was in my stomach (which means they forgot it during the process of the operation thank God nothing serious had happened to me) The affected area was re-opened and the cotton wool was taken out from my stomach. At this point I concluded that the problem was over not knowing that the exact problem just began.
The sickness continued, the struggle increased, the chest pain never stopped, catarrh never dried, my right nostril never opened and I usually have unbearable pain every year it gets to the season I did the operation. It went on and progressed to another stage of shame and sorrow.
To Be Continued.........
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