What you don't know can't hurt you...

It has been six months since the hip replacement. I am almost back to normal; still a bit of a wobble when I walk, and some stiffness in the mornings. But, one giant step in the right direction took place this week. I went in to see the head of the coagulation clinic to find out when I could stop blood thinners. Good news: I am now on aspirin therapy!! The strange thing about my visit, was finding out so many things that I didn't know. When I sat down with the doctor, his first words were, "So, you had quite a few clots there didn't you?" I was a bit taken aback because I thought I only had the one in my thigh and a few suspicious spots in one lung. After telling him what I knew, he pulled up my test results. Evidently, the DVT in my thigh actually started in my groin, ran down the length of my thigh, and continued around behind my knee. He said it was about 1 cm across. That was just the first of the surprises the test results had for me. The doctor then showed me the results of the test they ran on my lungs. Lo and behold, the lower 1/3 of my right lung was completely black because it was filled with clots. The left lung looked like a Chick-filet ad because of all the black spots. Evidently, there were clots there as well. My response to the news was, "Well, no wonder everyone at the hospital kept telling me I should be playing the lottery!" I told him that no one had even alluded to the severity of the clots and that I was quite surprised. I also told him that I was actually glad I didn't know, because it probably would have worried me the entire time I was in the hospital. He then told me that most people in my condition would have never made it to the hospital. What do I owe my own personal miracle to? Wonderful worthy priesthood holders who exercised that holy power and administered to me in my time of need, and my faith in the gift of healing.