Any Miraculous Stories You'd like to Share? JFF

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My oldest daughter had a heart attack and heart transplant at age 16. She was told that she should never have children, and that her lifespan might be 20-25 years post transplant. The immunosuppressant drugs are very hard on the body, and transplant patients suffer from many issues, including cancer, which she was diagnosed with when she was 21. She had a very rare form of non-hodgkins lymphoma. 6 months of horrible chemo later, she was in remission. Prior to the first round, she was told that "this type of chemo makes you sterile". That was fine, since she was told she shouldn't have children anyway. She got engaged to her long time boyfriend, and then around the 1 year remission mark she went for a PET scan for cancer follow up and was told that they couldn't do the scan because she was 10 weeks pregnant. She told the tech "No - you don't understand - I can't GET pregnant - do the test again." The tech told her - "No YOU don't understand - you ARE pregnant". Her heart doctor told her that she couldn't carry a pregnancy, that it was too dangerous and she HAD to terminate. She told them "no, when it becomes dangerous for me, we will talk, but I want to see how far I can take this". I assured her that if she had to choose her life over baby - that no one would fault her. I held my breath for the next 6 months. She had the most picture perfect, uneventful pregnancy. The baby quit growing around 31 or 32 weeks, and at 33 weeks, her water ruptured and my sweet grandbaby was born weighing 3 pounds. Perfect and healthy. He was in the NICU for 5 weeks, came home weighing 5 pounds and now is 2 1/2 - walking, talking, climbing, learning and giving his momma all sorts of love. (and his always proud grandma!). I firmly believe that God gave that boy to her. He is her reward for how crappy her life has been. He makes everything she goes through worth it. The sad part is that the pregnancy put her into rejection, which she receives treatment for. She can't go back on the transplant list because she has had cancer (makes her a bad risk). So we all know her life will be short. She probably won't see her boy graduate high school - but having him has made her life so joyful!

Here's my "miraculous story".
When my first son was 3 weeks old we were involved in a horrible car accident. My now husband was driving and we were T-boned on my son's side of the car. He was in a car seat.
He broke 7 ribs, punctured and collapsed both his lungs, broke his clavical, humorous,bruised his heart, lacerated spleen, lacerated liver, and blood and liquid in his brain. He spent 3 weeks on life support and 4 more weeks at our local Children's Hospital. He spent a year going to physical therapy and a neurologist and NOW is 100% fine. He is my miracle son, especially since he died twice.
God must have big plans for this boy.

My middle child was a 26 week, 1lb 11oz preemie. In 1992 the NICU equipment was made for a babies no less than 2 lbs.

He is now nearly 17, has no disabilities, no medical issues, is an awesome student, and a great pleasure everyday of my life.

I don't know why I was allowed to keep him, the statistics for him were not good at the time. He has proven every statistic wrong.

I DO believe miracles happened for my son Daniel. I do believe I've been given the greatest gift of all!

Have a great day!

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So, I had to think of what I would answer. I dont know if I have anything that really makes for a good uplifting story.

I love seeing gods work unfold. I get excited knowing that a ''GOD'' moment is occurring.

My most recent was the realization I know why I had to ''DEAL'' with the HARD part of moving on from my accident. God knew there was no way I could still be grieving over my accident, and deal with my son being so sick and in the hospital this past week. No way I could have stood up to the Doctors telling me to calm down. I was able to be so strong, because god had released me from my accident, the guilt and the pain had been washed away. So, I could focus solely on my little guy and getting him better.

To me, that is a freaking GREAT STORY:) I love it. And there is no other way to see it....other then God did it:)

Our second son was born by VBAC. I labored easily but ended up pushing for 3 1/2 hours. They decided to use the vacuum. It came off for the 3rd time (they are not allowed to use it more because it can cause brain damage on babies and the risk goes up so much after 3 tries. Of course, they did NOT tell me this before using!) He did crown by using the vacuum. I pushed his head out but then he got stuck. Shoulder distocia.

The room filled with people. It took them somewhere around 3 to 5 minutes to get him out. He was not breathing, no heartbeat. They had to do cpr. They worked on him for a good 20+ minutes. They got him going but still thought something was wrong. They did an x-ray. But he was still making a funny moaning sound and wouldn't move one of his arms. He wouldn't nurse either. They thought that he had brain damage and a stroke from his traumatic birth and lack of oxygen.

So they took him by ambulance to a hospital an hour away that had a NICU. This was at about 11:30 PM. We called our Pastor and he woke up the whole congregation to start praying. (This was a fairly small church. But he still woke up about 20 families.) At about the same time everyone started praying, our son "snapped" out of it and started acting like a healthy baby!

He is now a PERFECT HEALTHY 4 year old boy! God was definitely there that night! The doctors said there was no way that we should have went home with ANY baby. Much less a perfectly healthy one......

During my pregnancies, I gained extraordinary amounts of weight. And I was very ill with constant migraines and fatigue after the birth of my 2nd son. I found great supplements and my health improved greatly and my weight went back to normal. I thought that was pretty miraculous. Then out of the blue I had a stroke. My paralysis went away within hours--also miraculous--and I was sent home.
I knew something had to be wrong with me, though and went to more doctors until I found out there was a hole in my heart. As soon as I walked into the heart surgeon's office, I felt God telling me this was the person who was going fix my problem and to do whatever he said right away. The surgeon said I had a small hole in my heart and I should consider having surgery sometime in the future, but no hurry. I said I wanted it done right away. I don't know who looked more stunned the surgeon or my husband. We looked at the surgeon's calendar and Friday the 13th was there, completely open. I picked that day. The day after the surgery, the surgeon came in and told me the hole in my heart was actually the size of a quarter.
Everyone nurse who came into my room would say, "you much feel so much better now!" Me, "no, I was teaching aerobics two days ago!'
I was back to teaching aerobics in 6 weeks.

My granddaughter was 4 at the time, and everyone could tell she was quite ill, and had been for about 2 weeks with what at first had seemed like the flu. She was pale, had dark circles under her eyes, was bruising easily, throwing up, sleeping all the time and couldn't go to preschool. I was so frightened and talked to my friend whose son was going through chemo for leukemia at the time, and she said that my granddaughter had all same symptoms her son had had, and to get her to her pediatrician for a CBC (complete blood count) immediately.

A call was made and a CBC scheduled for the next morning. I got on the phone and computer and contacted all my friends and family who didn't know what was happening as some of us did, and we all prayed for her healing of whatever was going on. She had the CBC the next morning, and we were told we'd know something in a couple of days (why so long I don't know.) We waited, prayed, and on the day they went back to the doctor they were told absolutely nothing had been found wrong. She'd also started improving in those couple of days, and continued to improve until she was well again.

While we never had a diagnosis of anything being seriously wrong, we KNOW there was. We also know that God provided a miracle healing for her. Thanks for the opportunity to share : )

My dad was in a terrible car accident on his high school graduation day (no alcohol involved, but they were racing). It was on old tuck with an exposed gas cap. When they lost control, there was some rolling as well as they grazed a telephone pole which ripped the gas tank open. The driver was thown from the vehicle and lived. Another was also thrown but was on fire and rolled in gasoline, and later died of complcations from infection. My father was trapped in the cab of the truck with flames on either side of him. He can remember kicking out the front windshield and crawling half way through the broaken glass, but remembers nothing after that. The driver ran back to the scene and was sure my father was dead, but they found his unconsious body on the side of the vehicle. Bystanders also saw an old grey haired man walk into the flames, but no one could find him afterward to ask him questions. My family is Christan, we have never doubted that it was an angle. I always rember that God had a reason to save my father when i see the scars on his body, esspecially when he is shirtless and you can see where his 1950's tight white tee-shirt protected him from flames. He has had to anwer many people's questions about his distincive scars and skin graphs. It has been a wonderful testimony. I'd like to ask God one day for what purpose he saved my father.

I know many women who can share stories similar to mine, and many that have not been as blessed as I have to have the story end so well. 8 years ago, young and stupid, in a bad relationship and with 3 kids, I made the choice to not have anymore. After fighting to convince my doctor I was sure, I had my tubes tied. 3 years ago I married again, and honestly the fact that I survived my first marriage and got out is a miracle itself, but that's another story. After numerous health issues caused by my tubal ligation, and heart breaking regret, I started doing some research.

God not only brought me to a group of wonderful women who understood and supported me and what I was going through, but led me to a doctor that could make me whole again. Now like most good doctors that do uncommon surgeries, getting an appointment is tough. Getting one when you have only a few dates that will work, even tougher. The doctor in question schedules a month in advance, and is generally booked solid within an hour of opening her appointment book. I called and called and called, when I finally got something other than a busy signal it was to late, all the dates were taken. Their standard practice is to just give the next scheduling date and you wait, but for whatever reason they took my name and number, I got a call back the next day with an opening and we were set.

Now to make sure we could pay for it. Obviously getting a tubal reversal isn't covered on most insurances. It isn't cheap either. And while we don't live pay check to pay check, we don't normally have thousands laying around to just spend either. God came through there as well, and not only brought me safely through surgery, but I have a 6 month old little boy sleeping upstairs and surprise, we have an ultrasound today to see just how far along I am with our second reversal baby.

I know women who wait for years to be able to afford the surgery, and more who go through it all only to lose baby after baby, or never manage to get pregnant, and who suffer for the choice they made so long ago (and most, like me to young to have made such a choice to begin with). I have no idea why God decided to bless me and put everything so perfectly in place and give me my son and this next baby, I'm not special, I know a lot of women who haven't been as blessed that are probably more deserving. But I am forever grateful.