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