The Pen Project Volume 1 Issue 2 - Page 19

As I sat nervously in my bed, it was just me and God. I felt Him comforting me, and telling me it was going to be okay. In my hospital room, the song One Call Away by Charlie Puth was on. This was the first major sign for me that God was there and just one call away. But just wait, it gets better and worse. Finally, surgery was over and everything went smoothly. I went home that day, taking it very easy. I thought it was all over, and that it was just healing for me from here on out. Boy was I wrong. (Warning if you have a queasy stomach). A few days after the surgery late at night (a day I will never forget) I was laying in my bed trying to fall asleep when it felt like something was running down my throat. I swallowed several times and decided to try to spit whatever it was out. The first spit into the sink was dark red, and I did what any 19-year-old kid would do, screamed for my mom. My mouth was bleeding at a rate that was unimaginable. As my mom called 911, my dad looked into my eyes and told me, “I was going to make it through this.” I could not help it to be very scared. I had my head tilted back trying to clot the blood, but the dispatch person on the phone said not to do that. Sure enough I coughed and blood went all over the mirror, and it was coming out of my nose. My parents prayed over me and the bleeding slowed down. That was another major sign from God. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to get to my house. The ambulance ride was not fun, but I knew the men that were on duty were going to take care of me. That night the ER nurse gave me some medicine and had me do a couple of things that helped clot the blood. Finally, the bleeding stopped. Well kind of… I went the next three days feeling really light headed and just overall exhausted. A few days later (another day I will never forget) I was downstairs moving light objects into my room and it all started again. I went upstairs and screamed to my mom, the process was repeating. This time it was just me and my mom at home and the blood wouldn't stop. It was worse than the previous time. My mom prayed over me several times. The ambulance showed up and it was still coming out nonstop. As I sat in the ambulance it was one of those moments that is hard to put into words. First, I asked the man in the back if he could help me, and he said unfortunately this is only something they can only fix at the hospital. (Read on if you have a queasy stomach) As we drove, it felt like it took a year to reach the hospital. I was talking to God. I was telling Him that I accepted Him as my Father because in my mind it was over. As my life flashed before my eyes and I got more and more light headed, we arrived at the emergency room. Still losing a ton of blood and filling up puke bag after puke bag, the ER doctor came in and told me that I needed emergency surgery in order to stop this bleeding. I was bleeding so much that the blood would not clot in my throat, and I would throw up time after time. Everyone was standing around me (including my parents) helpless, because I needed surgery for this to stop. We could only pray and trust in God. As they wheeled me back for surgery and the medical team was assembling, I was scared. To the point where the doors opened to the surgery room and was separated from the rest of the world, was an interesting feeling. While waiting for the anesthesiologist, one of the nicest nurses was helping me. He held me up and wiped my face like I was a new born baby. Through all of this, God was a hero, comforting me and telling me it was going to be okay. Finally, they put me under. As I was slowly starting to wake up after surgery something amazing happened! I was not fully awake, but I felt two warm hands on both of my arms, bigger than a normal human and bigger than a NBA basketball player’s hands. I woke up and was astonished that no one was there. I know this was God telling me that He had me wrapped in His hands, comforting me and telling me it was going to be alright. That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. As I was laying in the recovery, my doctor came in and told me I had a hole in the artery in the back of my tongue. Also, that they pumped my stomach because it was filled with blood. He then went on and told me that he cauterized the hole to put an end to this bleeding. Many of my close friends came to visit, and I stayed the night in the hospital. As I was in the hospital, I kept being reminded of how blessed I was to be living. I lost a lot of blood in surgery and the hours before surgery. This entire experience has been super eye-opening for me. Through my entire life, I have really taken my health for granted. It just goes to show how strong those people are that spend weeks in hospitals suffering from disease. As cliché as it sounds, you really never know when you will take your last breath or when you will say your last words. But through all of this, I knew God had bigger plans for me, and that I was going be okay. It is crazy ever since I woke up from surgery, I have just felt different and at peace knowing that God has taken care of me. The one thing God took away was my voice to make me realize that He had bigger plans for me in His name. Prior to this ordeal, I was pursuing music to be an artist more in the world rather than for God. I just want to thank God, my family, especially my parents, and all of my friends that have supported me through all of this. 31 days, six clinic visits, four emergency room visits, two ambulance rides, two surgeries, and I finally think I figured out what God is calling me to do on this earth. My name is Brayton Meyer, I am 19-years-old and this is the story of how I became a Christian artist. I was shaking and nervous, but I knew God was with me. It was one of those moments feeling very alone, because if I didn't get into the surgery fast enough it would be over. 19