It
was impressed on my heart to visit them. I was tired, and had sent them to a
clinic. But the impression was persistent I decided to drive up Chime avenue in
New Haven where I lived and see them. A brother’s wife had suffered a
miscarriage and I had sent her with her husband to the gynaecologist to
complete the evacuation. It was now evening but I still went. It was at the
junction that I met them. He was supporting her as she staggered along the
road. “What happened?” I asked. The
evacuation had been carried out and she had been sent home though there was
still some bleeding. She had been assured it would stop. I compelled them to
enter the vehicle and we drove down to the clinic.
When
the gynaecologist examined her the pack was soaked. On removal the uterus was
bleeding still. All manoeuvres to staunch it failed. Pitocin and other drugs
were given intravenously to no avail: the blood just was not clotting! What
were we to do? There was an industrial action which had shut down the tertiary
health institutions of the state. There was no place to send her to that night.
We needed blood; fresh whole blood for her condition. The diagnosis was scary:
Disseminated intravascular coagulopathy. A dreaded complication of her condition,
it results in the inability of blood to form a clot and therefore stop
bleeding. Her womb had been scrapped to remove all products of conception; the
raw surface was pouring blood uncontrollably.
The
few women I had encountered with such a condition all ended up dying. I pitied
Luke as I considered how small their children were. How would they cope? When he asked me, “Doc, she will live won’t
she?” I nodded in the affirmative. I dared not share with him the expected
outcome. I cried to God for His intervention. We ended up in Mother of Christ
specialist hospital in our search for blood. Fresh whole blood was unavailable.
“Get whatever you can” urged the gynaecologist.
It was about 11pm by the time we got back with the blood. She was still alive.
When the gynaecologist removed the pack the blood had stopped coming. The
bleeding had stopped! “How did that
happen?” I asked him. “I don’t know” was his reply.
It
has now been over ten years. Even though at first Luke cancelled the idea of
having more children, a few years ago she took in and she has successfully
delivered a baby girl.
Now there was a woman who had been suffering from
chronic bleeding for twelve years. Although she had endured a great deal under
the care of many doctors and had spent all of her money, she had not been
helped at all but rather grew worse. Since she had heard about Jesus, she came
up behind him in the crowd and touched his robe, because she had been saying,
"If I can just touch his robe, I will get well." Her bleeding stopped
at once, and she felt in her body that she was healed from her illness. Mk 5:25-29(ISV).
Harcourt
is a consultant surgeon