Crishtan King - Miracle After Miracle

2011 Crishtan King

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publications Data
Miracle After Miracle/Crishtan King. Includes Scriptural References.

ISBN 978-1-937095-26-0 (ebk.)

1. King, Crishtan 2. Biography 3. Miracles 4. Family Matters 5. Health Issues

Unless otherwise indicated, Scripture quotations are from the King James Version (KJV). All rights reserved.

C RISHTANS P OEMS :
H ER O WN W ORDS FROM H ER HEART

This book is dedicated as a Thank You letter to Jesus Christ!

Thank you to all of our family members, friends, love ones, church family, and community for all of your thoughts, prayers, and support. We are eternally grateful to you!

Thank You for all of the guardian angels that God has placed in my life!

Thank You to each and everyone that prayed for me!

Thank You to all of my excellent doctors, nurses, therapists, and paramedics for taking such good care of me!

Shaun and Ana, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your precious thoughts and careful consideration with the completion of our book!

Special Dedication to Moma Crish and Larry
We will always love you!

Special Dedication to Dr. Forrest Bird

Dr. Bird,

You are so kind and gracious!! It still brings my heart joy and a smile to my face when I think of our conservation!! My family and I will always be eternally grateful to you for inventing the Baby Bird Respirator that saved my life!!!

A Miracle is Something
Only God Can Do

T he vision of this book is a thank-you-letter to Jesus Christ for what He has done for me. Many nights, it was just me and Jesus and he heard my cries.

My mother always told me You are a Miracle. She said this with such love.

These are the words of my daughter, Crishtan King, who in her own words, describes her experience through my illness. Here in these pages, you will find a recount of the pain, the frustration, the miracle and the hope we experienced as we saw God write out the theme of my life Miracle After Miracle.

Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

I was working in a profession that I love, as an occupational therapist. My job was to help others heal and regain their independence. One day I was at work and I found myself short of breath. My heart was pounding. I didnt know what was wrong. All I knew was that it was serious.

I was called to assist some nurses move a patient in her bed. I nearly passed out helping. All the patient needed was assistance sliding up in their bed. When I went to assist them, I started pulling for air. I exited with my heart pounding like a drum against my chest. I was gasping for air, struggling to breathe. I didnt know what was wrong. All I knew is that it was serious.

I depended on the walls of the hospital to hold me up as I left from the room. As quickly as I could, I made it into the bathroom just to stand still long enough so that I could attempt to catch my breath. I was scared and I really didnt know what to do. I just knew that something was wrong. This was serious.

After a few minutes, I was able to gather myself. I could not help anyone. I struggled to make it back to the area where I worked most often and I sat down. I did not have much longer for my shift to be over. I would go home and get some rest.

I didnt know who to tell at that moment. I did not want to share this with my supervisors. I thought that they would consider me unable to perform my job. I needed this job. I was a single parent and needed to take care of my daughter. I could not afford to lose my job. My job was to help others regain their independence, and here I was, the therapist, struggling to breathe myself. I was afraid of losing my job and the repercussions of telling the truth about how I was feeling. I worked the rest of my shift, got into my car and drove home.

I still struggled to breathe. Everything I did caused me to be short of breath. Driving home, even dressing myself. There was a three hour roundtrip drive to get to work and school. I worked ten-hour shifts. Long days, but I pushed myself to keep working. It did not matter what I did, the same thing would happen. I would be gasping like my life depended on it.

I called my doctor and made an appointment. I told him that I was experiencing shortness of breath, mostly on exertion. When I went in, he ordered a chest x-ray. I took the x-ray and the technician came up to me and said, Theres something in you. Theres something inside of you. I said, No, theres not. Whats inside of me? I went over to the screen and I saw it. Before my eyes, there appeared to be metal clips.

I knew I had heart surgery at birth but I always thought that it was sutures. I looked again and I said, What is that? The technician said that they didnt know.

How can I have metal clips in my heart and not know it? I was completely stunned and puzzled. On my next doctors appointment, I told him about what I had seen in my x-ray. He sent for the x-rays and he put them up on the light box and I showed him what I saw. He said, Those are metal clips in your heart. I always knew you were a miracle baby.

John 14:1 - Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.

I had to be very careful when I was pregnant with, Christie. I had to be careful when I moved and how I moved. I would have to sit down on the steps when I had to leave for a doctors appointment. I would sit down on the top step and slide down to the next step and the next until I got to the bottom step. I would then stand up and go on to the doctor. When I got back home I would have to do the same thing but backwards.

I only carried her for six months. I remember seeing the back of your head and it was so tiny. I heard three sounds. It was the sound of a very weak cry, they wrapped her in a blue cloth and they took her. I could not see her at all. All the doctors told me was that my daughter was really sick. We signed papers so that the doctors could do whatever they saw was needed to help her. Every other day and each Sunday we would go to the hospital and talk with the doctors. A month went by before we really got to see her. I was blessed to see her for the first time, we had to put on all of the gowns and protective garments. The nurse told me that I could touch her but I was so afraid