The start of this year has been very interesting, to say the least. During the Rose Bowl parade in Pasadena California, I felt sick. My body started to feel aches and pain, and I felt a flu coming unto me as I was walking away after the parade. I slept the whole drive back to my brother in law’s house, and rested for the night.
Upon returning home to Santa Clara, I slept most of the time hoping to recover quickly. As it turns out, my health continued in a downward spiral. When my wife took me to the clinic, they recommended that I go to the hospital due to my low oxygen level when breathing. The hospital admitted me, because of my low oxygen, influenza, and high blood pressure and glucose levels. They later diagnosed me with the flu and pneumonia, but the root cause of my condition had to be ruled out. After a couple of CT Scans and Bronchoscopy, they finally diagnosed me with aspergillosis fungus in the lung, which is a rare occurrence according to the infectious Doctor. My official diagnosis was called ‘respiratory failure.’
During my two weeks of hospitalization, the Lord revealed to me some things about life and about myself. The first lesson was that the brevity of life is fragile. James 4:14 says "You do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes". I had a hard time breathing, and I was put on oxygen my whole time there. I exercised my breathing using a spirometer-breathing device, a CPAP machine when I slept, and help from the physical therapists. I was physically weak, and just wanted to sleep all the time. During these moments, I was totally dependent on the nurses, doctors, physical therapists and my lovely wife who came everyday to spend time with me and helped me with prepping my food. Our church family did a train meal everyday for my family. Our nieces also came to help us with many things, including transporting one of my daughters to school. I praise the Lord for all His Provision! I had this confidence that everything is going to be alright. God is in control! I felt His peace and comfort upon me. It reminded me of a song that we sang during my time at the College For Officer Training at Crestmont (CFOT) – I’m In His Hands. One of the song’s stanzas reads, ‘I’m in His hands, I’m in His hands. Whatever the future holds, I’m in His hands. The days I cannot see have all been planned for me. His way is best… You see… I’m in His hands.’
The second lesson for me is remembering the importance of living in holiness. In the beginning of my stay at the Intensive Care Unit, the Doctors mentioned that if my lungs don’t improve that they might have to use a ventilator on me. I’ve heard stories during the covid19 pandemic that using a ventilator was a death sentence. Thinking about death triggered the thought that ‘God is more interested in our character – to be more Christlike,’ than to do all kinds of things for Him. I was laying on that comfortable bed, weak, staring at the ceiling with a CPAP breather on my on my face, and God whispers, “This is your time of purging.” We all sin by our tongue, with our hands, and with our minds. Purging for me was with my mind. 1 John 2:16 (ESV) says, “For all that is in the world — the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life — is not from the Father but is from the world.
My lessons at O’Conner Hospital in San Jose was simple: Life is short. Be grateful for those that God has placed in your life. God is in control. He wants us to be more like His son Jesus.
I thank God that I’m doing well today. Once in a while, I get the side-effects from the medicine that I’m currently taking for the fungus infection. It’s good reminder of when I was in God's mighty hands in the hospital. To God be the Glory!
Upon returning home to Santa Clara, I slept most of the time hoping to recover quickly. As it turns out, my health continued in a downward spiral. When my wife took me to the clinic, they recommended that I go to the hospital due to my low oxygen level when breathing. The hospital admitted me, because of my low oxygen, influenza, and high blood pressure and glucose levels. They later diagnosed me with the flu and pneumonia, but the root cause of my condition had to be ruled out. After a couple of CT Scans and Bronchoscopy, they finally diagnosed me with aspergillosis fungus in the lung, which is a rare occurrence according to the infectious Doctor. My official diagnosis was called ‘respiratory failure.’
During my two weeks of hospitalization, the Lord revealed to me some things about life and about myself. The first lesson was that the brevity of life is fragile. James 4:14 says "You do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes". I had a hard time breathing, and I was put on oxygen my whole time there. I exercised my breathing using a spirometer-breathing device, a CPAP machine when I slept, and help from the physical therapists. I was physically weak, and just wanted to sleep all the time. During these moments, I was totally dependent on the nurses, doctors, physical therapists and my lovely wife who came everyday to spend time with me and helped me with prepping my food. Our church family did a train meal everyday for my family. Our nieces also came to help us with many things, including transporting one of my daughters to school. I praise the Lord for all His Provision! I had this confidence that everything is going to be alright. God is in control! I felt His peace and comfort upon me. It reminded me of a song that we sang during my time at the College For Officer Training at Crestmont (CFOT) – I’m In His Hands. One of the song’s stanzas reads, ‘I’m in His hands, I’m in His hands. Whatever the future holds, I’m in His hands. The days I cannot see have all been planned for me. His way is best… You see… I’m in His hands.’
The second lesson for me is remembering the importance of living in holiness. In the beginning of my stay at the Intensive Care Unit, the Doctors mentioned that if my lungs don’t improve that they might have to use a ventilator on me. I’ve heard stories during the covid19 pandemic that using a ventilator was a death sentence. Thinking about death triggered the thought that ‘God is more interested in our character – to be more Christlike,’ than to do all kinds of things for Him. I was laying on that comfortable bed, weak, staring at the ceiling with a CPAP breather on my on my face, and God whispers, “This is your time of purging.” We all sin by our tongue, with our hands, and with our minds. Purging for me was with my mind. 1 John 2:16 (ESV) says, “For all that is in the world — the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life — is not from the Father but is from the world.
My lessons at O’Conner Hospital in San Jose was simple: Life is short. Be grateful for those that God has placed in your life. God is in control. He wants us to be more like His son Jesus.
I thank God that I’m doing well today. Once in a while, I get the side-effects from the medicine that I’m currently taking for the fungus infection. It’s good reminder of when I was in God's mighty hands in the hospital. To God be the Glory!