I absolutely believe in miracles.
I almost died of a perforated colon in July of 2000. I was in the hospital for two days before a radiologist noticed a bubble on the x-ray and figured out it was coming from the back side of my colon. I was being prep for another test when the surgeon walked in and said I needed surgery and I would need a colostomy. My heart sank.
He turned to me and saw my expression and said it would be a temporary colostomy. I knew I could handle temporary. Surgery was set for two hours later. My wife ran home to feed the dog and check on our son. When she got back, she said she immediately knew what ashen appearance meant. She said I was gray. I was going into a coma. The nurse told my wife to keep me talking. I do not remember one minute of this, but she held my hand all the way to the operating room talking about everything and making me answer. They were able to put me under before I went into a coma. The surgeon did some nifty knitting and I woke up in intensive care, where I stayed for five days. I was in the hospital for almost 14 days, but back at work six weeks after the surgery.
At a post op check up I was thanking the doctor and he said not to thank him. "Someone is not through with you yet." he said.
My son was in a near fatal car accident. We got the call to come to the hospital. We were told he needed brain surgery and may not make it. He did. He live through the first night. They said he would be in surgicial ICU for weeks, he was there 10 days. They said he would be in a regular room one five or six weeks, he was there for two. They said he would need months of therapy. He had two months. He is alive today.
Miracles happen all the time. Sometimes we are too self-absorbed with ourselves to realize it.