Terri Annette meDina

After 2 decades, he decided he didn't want to be married. It almost killed me ... but I didn't know then, how bad it would get.

I became lonely and drank heavily. Before long, I was in a stupor 7 days a week. Making matters worse, I took pills, too. Self medicating the hole left in my heart, and grieving the life I'd left behind.

One morning, I awakened to bad pain. Circulation was slowing in my right foot, it was asleep. This continued for months. Doubling up the pain medication, I smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day. But, it wouldn't be long before my secret was out. Looking back on it, I guess I knew I was dying.

May 13, 2002, 4:30 AM :: My legs were black, hurting so badly I would have sworn gasoline was running through my veins. The E.R. doctor said I was in trouble. He also knew our local hospital was not equipped to help me. I vaguely remember the ambulance ride to a larger medical center, 100 miles away. My mother followed behind - crying out to the Lord, with every mile.

I was met by vascular surgeons, who promptly and harshly explained both legs had to be amputated at the hip - I was dying and removing the gangrene could possibly save my life. I was admitted to Intensive Care, surrounded by family and friends, and saddened by their obvious grief.

Suddenly, I had a physical peace. A sensation, much like warm honey being poured over my head, and running slowly down my body. I can't explain the sense of wellness. Looking at my sweet mother's face, I said, "Don't worry. It's going to be alright. It's not time for me to die." She smiled in spite of herself - the doctor's grave prognosis still ringing in her ears, But, I KNEW I wasn't going into surgery alone. A small voice was saying, "Come to Me, child. Bring Me your pain." I gave my life to Jesus that very moment, and never looked back.

I emerged with one leg amputated below the knee. I remained hospitalized 5 agonizing weeks. Recovery was slow, and painful. For 11 months I rarely left my bed - spending the time praising Jesus and thanking Him with a triteful heart.

Eventually, the other leg was amputated, leaving me in a wheelchair.