MESHED UP GIRL
“Though my strength is declining, my faith is growing stronger, and one day I will see what He has done with my suffering” ~Vaneetha Rendall Risner ~ Standing in a pool of my own blood, spilling with purpose from my weak body, down my swollen and trembling legs, my mouth was agape with the horror of what had just happened to me. A tiny nurse, the size of one of my thighs, stood beside me beckoning me to the bathroom so she could get a few drops of urine from my traumatized body before she went home. As I stood there, frozen in my pain, tears streaming down my face, I heard a loud sound so chilling and unrecognizable. My gaze searched the faces of all the strangers that laid in their beds with their curtains open, staring at me, and that’s when I realized that I was the one crying out like a wounded animal. Next came the removal of 8 feet of packing (gauze) that was shoved deep inside my body to stop me from bleeding to death. I can’t describ
