So the story started with a scene resembling this on a warm day in July…
But unfortunately that blissful scene turned into a traumatic
water-balloon fight accident. Immediately after being pelted in the ear and the
balloon popping, I knew I had a problem. My hearing went muffled and there was
a ringing sound- not to mention a stinging face from the close range attack.
Still with serious muffled hearing when I got home, I
suggested to Bobbi that we put swimmer’s ear drops in my ear incase it was just
water. BAD IDEA!! Really, the worst idea possible! Once the liquid hit my eardrum it was an
immediate extreme stinging sensation. Duh! We just poured alcohol into a
ruptured eardrum.
Great! What do I do for this? How do I make sure it doesn’t
get infected? It has been 24 hours and I am still not hearing well- is this
normal? Even if I wanted to have it checked out by an ENT I had no idea where,
even in Kampala, I would find this type of specialized doctor.
I went to our missionary ladies’ prayer breakfast the next
morning and mentioned my dilemma of a doctor. One of the ladies said, “We have
a Korean ENT that goes to our church and practices at Main Hospital. He lives
just down the street from you.”
What! Oh Lord, you are so good!! (Actually I knew the man by
face, but didn’t know what he did here in Mbale. And he even used to be the previous
renter of our compound.)
So I made an appointment that afternoon and my suspicion was
confirmed.
A ruptured eardrum. (I could hear air passing out of my ear
if I yawned, sneezed, or breathed too hard… very weird.)
(As you can see this is very official doctor’s paperwork,
complete with
diagram of a healthy ear and then mine.)
The doctor gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and told
me to give it two months and come back. Usually eardrums will heal themselves
in that time.
I gave my prayer group an update and we started praying for
the Lord’s total healing. Now there are some times that you pray for healing,
knowing that the Lord might or might not do it. But this was one time I was
totally convinced that the Lord was going to heal my ear.
Meanwhile, I gained a slight head tilt towards my good hear
that could hear normally and had to use cotton in my bad ear every time I
showered. But praise the Lord that He kept all pain away this whole time. In
the evenings I would lay still and could hear a rushing/throbbing noise in my
ear, but still no pain. Many times I would say before I drifted off to sleep,
“Thank you, Lord, that you are healing my ear.”
Fast forward two months and a week…
I went for my follow-up appointment, confident. And then I
got this diagram…
Not only had my ear not healed, I actually had TWO holes.
(The red irritated spot from the first exam actually was disguising the second
hole.) The doctor explained that based on textbook cases, there should be at
least some sign of healing progress after two months. Since he wasn’t seeing
any, the next step would be to have a minor operation to put a patch over my
eardrum to secure it from infection and hopefully promote full hearing again.
Since the equipment in Mbale was not advanced enough, he suggested that I just
have the procedure done in the States during my sabbatical.
I left the appointment totally discouraged. I was hugely
disappointed. And, if I am honest, I was disappointed in the Lord, though I
wasn’t even sure I was “allowed” to be
disappointed in Him. I had to work through these emotions and give my hopes
again to Him. Something in me still believed that He could (and would) do the
miracle I needed to heal my eardrum and my hearing without any operations. So I
asked my prayer group to pray for a miracle, despite what the facts tell me and
medicine says. And we/I continued to pray.
About two weeks after this appointment, I headed to the
airport to fly out for my sabbatical. Unsure of how my ear would handle the
pressure of takeoff and landing, I tried out this trick that a couple people
suggested to me.
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| Yes. The cup worked! |
Though praying and believing for a miracle, I left Uganda
knowing that the doctor said I would need this surgery.
A bit anxious about the cost of paying for the surgery out
of pocket or meeting my deductible, I shared my concern and some very generous
friends/supporters contributed to covering the cost of my deductible. Wow! What
a huge blessing, help, and relief.
I made an appointment at the same childhood ENT that I went
to and my Dad even came with me so we could decide about the details of the
seemingly inevitable procedure. The PA came in and I told her the reason for my
visit and showed her my “medical papers” from Uganda. She looked in my ear,
readjusted, looked again, and said, “Well, I don’t see anything.”
To my surprise I responded, “You mean you don’t see two
holes in my eardrum?!?!” She said no. (Hmm… my heart started beating a bit
faster. Did the Lord do it?!?)
They sent me to test my hearing and to my delight it showed
that though there were a few tones my “bad” ear scored less on, all the scores
were in the normal range of hearing! I then went for a second test where they
put an earbud in one ear and something on that corresponding shoulder. At first
the lady tried adjusting her machine and then adjusting the device on me.
Something wasn’t right. She switched to my good ear and all was normal. She
tried the bad ear again and said, “Well, this is showing that actually there
must still be a hole in there.”
I went back to the first room and the Doctor came in and had
a look. He confirmed that he did see a slight “slice” in the upper part of my
eardrum, but that he could see significant healing around the edges. He said
this was small and believed that with a bit more time it would completely heal.
But I should come back in in two months for a follow-up.
Whaaahooo!! I left the office elated!! The Lord had done it!
I went in expected to be setting up a surgery appointment and instead left
declaring, “My miracle is almost finished!!”
Two weeks ago my (internal) ear made this weird drumroll/puttering/purring
noise that I hadn’t heard before. (In fact, I hadn’t heard any internal sounds
in a few months). I asked the Lord what that noise was and He said, “The final
healing.”
A few days ago I went in for my follow-up appointment at the
ENT in Austin. When he looked in my ear he said, “It looks like a totally
healthy eardrum. You would never have known there was a hole in it.”
HEALED! The Lord miraculously healed my eardrum! The Lord
graciously provided the funds I needed to pay the doctor bills. Though the
facts (of the textbook and doctors) said that I would likely need surgery, the
TRUTH of the Lord trumps the facts. This is another miracle in the books!!
A sweet song they sing in Uganda goes like this,
"God of miracles, He is my Papa! God of miracles, He is my Papa!"
Thank you, Father!!
