Reader Post | By Water Walker
When my youngest Son was born, they said he would never talk, never walk, never be able to do anything productive; he would just be a vegetable! They tried to convince me that he was better off in an institution because they did not expect him to live. He swallowed meconium at birth, (a newborn’s first poop). What they did not say then and what I know now, he was undiagnosed with “Meconium Aspiration Syndrome” something that occurs when a newborn breathes a mixture of meconium and amniotic fluid into the lungs around the time of delivery.
The night before his delivery I was vomiting bile, and the OB/GYN Nurse Practitioner just told me,
“Maybe your system is ridding itself of something; maybe from all of those bad experiences. Maybe it’s God’s way of releasing it! ”
I knew the vomit was abnormal because it was green, but I lacked education. There was no Internet, no pamphlets or information about what happens if amniotic fluid or meconium was released from the embryonic sack and traveled up and out of the Mother’s body through vomit.
The following day, I had an appointment at Housing Authority. I was newly separated, (almost divorced) from enduring a husband, who for twelve long years put me through domestic violence. A family who turned their back on me because my ex-husband would not let me contact or visit them other than holidays. When I did visit, he sat so close to me, (evaluating and assessing every word out of my mouth) only to beat me more when we returned home because I slipped and said the wrong thing that reflected bad on him. I couldn’t call them or tell them he was beating me, especially in my pregnancy. In fact, the baby I had before this Son died at birth because of the beatings. I ended up on the Psychiatric Ward after delivery because they brought a dead newborn infant, my Son, and left it on my chest for over an hour in an empty recovery room while lying on a stretcher.
Meanwhile, this was a precursor to the Housing Authority appointment where I started hemorrhaging in the ladies room. The person who went with me to the appointment escorted me from the ladies room and called an ambulance from the staff’s desk. They were instructed to lay me down on the floor, (on my side) because the baby and I were in distress. It took almost an hour for the ambulance to arrive and the Housing Authority which was only five minutes away, (five blocks) from the hospital. I couldn’t walk, the pain was becoming so severe and we came to the appointment via public transportation.
When I arrived at the hospital, they did an emergency C-Section. I didn’t see my Son until the following day. He was bluish in color, on breathing machines, and under a light to keep him warm. When I held him his body went limp; no muscle control at all. He had a high pitch scream and the nurse would continue to hold him and beat him in his chest saying she was gently clearing his lungs.
He had nine, (9) different hospital stays in nine (9) months; I only had him home for nineteen (19) days in nine months. He went from five (5) pounds, three (3) ounces to four (4) pounds and six (6) ounces in those nineteen (19) days and was on twelve (12) medications. He came home with a breathing machine with bells and whistles going off all night long because his oxygen levels were low. He did not have muscles in his face and could not suck a bottle or breast feed even with a Lactation Specialist, so I had to pump my breast with machines. The doctors insisted on breast milk because it would somehow affect his intelligence later down the road. So, I just had to do it! He threw up constantly, (a now familiar term) severe acid reflux. So much so, he was on an adult medication, (one only the Pharmacist could prepare the dosage). They did not make it for children and the wrong amount was lethal; an overdose could have killed him or have long-term effects. It was like Zantac with the Ranitidine the one they now say, (thirty years later) causes Cancer.
He had explosive bowels, which is why he was constantly loosing weight. He also had a dysfunctional swallow so he had to have everything thickened and softened as he got older. They put him on a special formula, Nutramigen Infant Formula (it cost approximately $40/can) and it did not resolve his stooling problems. The physicians thought I was neglecting him by not feeding him because he was loosing so much weight and growing abnormally. The Treatment Team only assumed that because I am a person of color; Puerto Rican-Indian. They re-admitted him the ninth time (9) in a long-term care facility for infants and discovered it was not me causing him to loose weight. These people were attempting to build a case against me to charge me with abuse by neglect through the hospital Social Worker while I was traveling to the hospital everyday, on a bus, with two other small children. So much so, I got walking pneumonia communiting in the winter from so much exhaustion.
They consulted with eighteen different physicians all over the country (GI Specialist, Pediatric Specialist, Nuero- surgeons, Nutritionist, etc.) to attempt to figure out why, (even inviting me to every consult). You would think that the prognosis would have been something like Irritable Bowel Syndrome or Crohn’s Disease; medical terms of today . . . but no! They never gave me a viable prognosis. But they did come up with a solution. They added vegetable oil to his special formula and it made him gain weight.
He had a slight curvature of the spine and was developing trimmers and shakes; it wasn’t until he was five (5) months old that they diagnosed him with Cerebral Palsy. He never learned to suck and had to have an NG-tube placed in his stomach and fed through a tube, a bag and a Kangaroo Pump until he was three (3) years old. He grew up with all kinds of in-home support; Home Health Care Nurses, Occupational Therapy, Speech Therapy, Physical Therapy for more than fourteen (14) years while I trained and learned all kinds of medical terminology. I became his advocate, and the advocate of many other families who had children with disabilities, appointed by the Senate to sit on the Board of Directors for the State Interagency Council.
SATAN . . .
“As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive.” (Genesis 50:20)
GOD HAD A PREDESTINED PLAN FOR OUR LIFE!
We came out here on this mission field, two by two. When I left June 1, 2009, I left because I was ushered by the Lord to leave my home, my family and my Father, (my spiritual Father because my Father was deceased). I was just like Abraham! While on the mission field, My Son used to say, “Mommy, this is your calling . . . What is mine?” I instructed him to pray, seek the Lord and He will make your path straight. It was years before he was given God’s answer . . . To care for “His homeless people!” We were already serving them, but it wasn’t until we became homeless that we both gained a God-like compassion from the Lord . . . The spiritual gift of Mercy!
Moreover, my Son evangelizes more than I do at times because his voice is like that of David Ring, (the Evangelist and motivational speaker with Cerebral Palsy) which forces people to listen more carefully. He is a peace maker, meek, loving, gentle and kind; he is very slow to anger! He told me at nine (9) years old, he was going to be “like the man up there in the long black dress. . . A Pastor.” He has even attended Seminary along by my side.
In 2013 he started having intestinal problems again, pain from eating bread and things containing wheat, (which I didn’t know; he had been eating it all of his life). By 2018 my Mom died from Colon Cancer and the Hospice physician told us we all need to be tested. I already knew my Son had it, but I didn’t know it was genetic until my Mom died from it.
I shared all of this because there of those of you who don’t know what it takes to be used by the LORD? It may seem glorious . . . But this one is NOT for the weak at heart! Satan is constantly on you; trying to rob, kill and destroy you! But you have to be reminded . . .
“GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN ME THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD!!!” (JOHN 4:4)(Bold added)(Caps added)(Exclamation added)
SATAN AND HIS CANCER IS NOT THE RULER OF MY SON . . . GOD THE FATHER, JESUS THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT IS THE AUTHOR AND FINISHER OF HIS FAITH!
Some of you are struggling just like us financially, physically, spiritually and even mentally! But, I can tell you from my personal testimony . . . IT IS BETTER TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE! I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I HAD TWO JOBS BEFORE COVID; ONE FOR MY BILLS AND ONE TO TAKE OF THE NEEDS OF THE HOMELESS.
LET ME SHOW YOU THE OUTCOME OF YOUR GIVING . . .
As I was going through my Bible study this morning, (in a hotel room by the way) the LORD reminded me to let you know that He has answered my prayer request!
I was so overwhelmed by His spirit of grace today . . .
A FREE ROOM FOR 2 DAYS (VIA HOTEL POINTS) . . . TOMORROW WE HAVE TO PAY!
No flees in the carpet from people traveling with pets!
No neighbors smoking marijuana in the neighboring rooms!
No prostitutes coming in and out!
No rapists and pedophiles in the room above us or neighboring us, (that we are forced to report to the police) because Hotel Management is more concerned about protecting their “brand” instead of God’s little ones!
A full size refrigerator; no more need to have two mini-fridges in the room because the door on one fridge door won’t close or keep your food cold!
A dishwasher full of dishes and no more paper/plastic utensils that don’t work for a person with Cerebral Palsy!
A refrigerator full of healthy food, (not a lot but just enough for us) salads, lactose free milk, gluten free cereals, vegetables (food that my Son can eat, that prevents further growth of Colon Cancer)!
A bathtub to take a hot bath; no more closet size showers where women have difficulty with feminine hygiene!
A table to sit and eat at and work on the computer; not forced to sit in the bed all day on weekends!
A room with free Internet: not one where each device is $4.99/day!
A room with lighting to read, study God’s Word and pray WITHOUT DISTRACTION!
A place where Management knows me, my non-profit and treats me like a respected business owner and not a poor unworthy homeless vagrant, (unlike management in low-end hotels charging high prices!
A well lit gym to exercise!
A free cup of decaf coffee with an abundance of flavored creamer!
A place with complimentary breakfast that includes fresh fruit; not waffles, muffins or cereals that are NOT gluten free! (So important when you can only eat one (1) meal a day)
A place where I can work on the due diligence for my Project to hit the ground running!
A place where we can flush out the Spirit; the thoughts and plans of the LORD through sermons to redeem and reconcile His people back to Him!
A PLACE WHERE I FEEL THE PRESENCE OF THE LORD . . . I’M IN LITERAL HEAVEN ON EARTH!
PLEASE DON’T STOP GIVING . . . PLEASE DON’T STOP GIVING . . .
“Calling His disciples to Him, He said to them, “Truly I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the contributors to the treasury . . .” (Mark 12:43)
IF YOU DON’T HAVE MONEY, GIVE OF YOUR SERVICE . . .
IF YOU CAN’T SERVE GIVE AWAY SOMETHING YOU VALUE . . . NOT TO JUST ME . . . ALL PEOPLE IN NEED!
IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING OF VALUE, GIVE OF YOUR HEART AND PRAY!
THE WORLD IS SUFFERING AND NEEDS CHRIST’s LOVE! . . . WE ARE THE HANDS AND FEET OF JESUS!
“Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.” (James 5:16)(Bold added)
I KNOW THIS SCRIPTURE TO BE TRUE!!!
I NEVER MET PATRICK . . . BUT HE HAS BEEN PRAYING FOR ME SINCE HE MET ME. IN THE BEGINNING, (13 YEARS AGO) I BEGAIN LAYING DOWN MY LIFE FOR OTHERS, (NOT JUST MY SON) COMPLETE STRANGERS THAT GOD CALLS, “MY PEOPLE”!
PLEASE KNOW THAT I AM EVER SO GRATEFUL FOR YOUR GIFTS . . . WITH MORE DONATIONS (BIG OR SMALL) I WON’T HAVE TO LEAVE OUT IN THIS INCLEMENT WEATHER WITH MY SON! OUR ONLY GOAL IS TO MAKE IT TO THE FINISH LINE BY YOUR SIDE!
WE LOVE YOU ALL WITH AN ABUNDANCE!!!
MAY THE LORD BLESS YOU WITH ABUNDANCE OF HIS LOVE THIS AND EVERY DAY!
ULTIMATELY IN HIS SERVICE,
P.S. Don’t be misled or offended by HWNM’s Executive Summary (or any published writings) developed by me because they are projects put on my heart by the LORD to transform the Gentile hearts of those in the world . . .
YOU ARE NOT OF THE WORLD! . . .YOU ARE OF MY SAVIOR, THE CHRIST! YOU HAVE LOVED ME LIKE CHRIST!!! AND I HAVE LOVED AND PRAYED EVEN FOR YOU!!!
THE WORLD MUST BE CONFRONTED WITH TRUTH UNTIL WE BECOME “ONE”!!! . . . ONE LOVE! . . . ONE GOD, ONE FAITH, ONE BAPTISM!
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