The Treatment

The nurse came in and told the doctor that the room was ready. The doctor escorted me there. The nurse asked me to remove my clothes and put on a garment she handed me. I did as she asked; I took off my clothes and put on the hospital type garment. I sat and waited for the doctor to start. He put on gloves and a face mask. He handed me a face mask and said, "Put this on." He turned to my mother and asked her to leave the room. Mom left the room and the nurse handed the doctor some scissors. He cut the edges of my wounds and scraped the entire surface with a long Q-tip. He rinsed the wound with some water, and then placed some sterile gauze on top with white medical tape.

The whole procedure took about 15 minutes. I was surprised It didn't hurt. The doctor said I have to come back in a few days to see if there is any improvement.

"Okay, you’re good to go." said the doctor.

"See you in a few days then, Bye." waving to him as he walked out of the room.

I kept up my antibiotics and visited the doctor every week. Each visit the wound showed no signs of improvement. After several months the doctor said he had to burn the wound with sulfur.

"Burn me with Sulfur! What do you mean?" I asked.

"Victoria, you're not healing. I fear that you may lose the battle. Your heart is showing irregular rhythmic patterns. This is not a good sign. The stress of the infection is causing your vital organs to become stressed. Your blood tests are showing high amounts of bacteria which can and will cause organ failure if not eradicated immediately."

"I thought everything was going to be alright! All this time went by and now I will have to lose my leg?" I began to cry.

"Hey, don't give up on me, Victoria. I need you to be strong and fight this." giving me a pat on the back.

"So when and how are you going to do this?"

"Right now, I will take some sulfur and light it up. I will drip the burning sulfur over your wound. Don't worry it will not hurt much."

The nurse brought me to the room that was prepared already. I put on the medical robe and sat on the table. The doctor allowed my mother to stay in the room this time. The nurse gave him a tray with long sticks that had silver tips on it them, and a book of matches. He lit one of the silver tipped sticks and began dripping it all over the wound. The smell was awful!

"Yuk, what is that smell?" I plugged my nose.

"Which smell; the one of sulfur or of the dead burning skin?"

"They both smell bad." waving my hand in the air.

"All done" said the doctor.

"Let's pray this works. If it doesn’t, there is only one more thing that can be done."

"What thing?"

"A Skin graft is where I will surgically remove skin from your thigh and transplant it to your leg where the location of the wound is."

"Would you pray with me doctor? Please!" I begged with fear.

"Yes" he said as he bowed his head.

We held hands and prayed to the Lord.

God received my prayers and rewarded me with two miracles.

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