My oxygen was lower than 60 and getting worse, the pneumonia took over my lungs. She asked did I want to call anyone. So I asked her to call my husband. The nurse shared the bad news with him and brought the option of the ventilator, saying that it will buy me some time and help. I had him 3-way with my mom and briefly spoke to her and then my younger kids. I sent a text to my family and close friends. They had no clue that I was saying goodbye. They prepped me for the ventilator and while doing so I asked the doctor what was my chance of waking up. His response: “1/100”.
I have gone through so much the last 6-7 months, and that helped my relationship with God grow more personal. My reaction was like wow this is really happening, this nurse just told me I was dying. Honestly I didn’t shed any tears, I wasn’t scared. Before they put me under I prayed a quick prayer and hoped that I left the kids with a yearning for God and wondered ‘Why go through with blessing me with a baby I will never hold after she saved from the tumor.’ That was my last thought.
I knew where I was going so I was at peace. I was put under Wednesday and woke up Monday. God allowed me to still be here. In that time I can’t tell you how many people were on their knees praying. I want to thank EVERYONE that prayed for me and my family. All of you are heaven sent. God is real. We all have our differences in what we believe in: I BELIEVE in GOD.”
**This post was written by Florette Johnson and originally appeared on her Facebook page.
