It is at this point in our stay that a week had passed, the test results were returning and we were given the diagnoses for David as Severe Combined Immune Deficiency Syndrome (SCIDS). We were told that this was the disease that was better known as "Little boy in the plastic bubble". However, our hopes of having David in a bubble to protect him was dashed when we were told that they didn't put boys in the bubble any more. We wanted to know what could be done for our son. I knew that God had given us our son back and that he was going to complete the process by healing him in some way.
The doctors discussed the different types of SCIDS and that there was three possibilities to help David. The first was that he was missing an enzyme and would need to have a weekly IV to help keep him healthy. Or he could have another type of SCIDS that could be used by implanting art of an aborted fetuses to help David. We told the doctors immediately this was out of the question. I couldn't image God would allow David to be helped by using the murder of another child. The finial type was the most severe and the only option that was available for us which was a bone marrow transplant. It was explained that with a bone marrow transplant the donor's immune system would begin to grow in our son.. The problem was that he didn't have a sibling that would be a perfect match. At this point in history there was no donor program for bone marrow....we didn't know what was going to happen. After the doctors investigate the different options it was decided that David's best shot was to go to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP) which had a bone marrow transplant program.
David was getting better as far as the pneumonia but this would not help him live for very long, The race was on to find a place for David at the other hospital. Of course I had many questions regarding SCIDS and the doctors were very helpful. It was explained that SCIDS affects only one baby in a million. This big children's hospital only see's this condition once every five years. Within the next week...less than two weeks since David was admitted in the hospital, he was sent home.
Now we had many doctors but there were two that were David's regular doctors. One we called "Dr. Doom" this was a doctor that always told us the cup was half-full...he never gave us much hope.....then there was our favorite doctor...."Dr. Sunshine".....this doctor was very encouraging and celebrated every little milestone with us. Upon the day of discharge both doctors were present to send David home....the following conversion ensued:
Dr Doom: "We did it! We made David better!"
Dr Sunshine: "
"You know that we didn't make him better....it was out of our hands. This was a miracle!"
I smiled....I said "Yes, God was the one who healed David!"
Dr Doom was the doctor who told us to make funeral arraignments. He also was the doctor who thought I was in denial when I told him David would get better. Dr. Doom tried to take the credit for David to have survived this far....and Dr. Sunshine reminded him that they didn't have a single thing to do with his recovery. Years later I studied the names of God and "JOHOVAH+RAPHA" means The Lord who heals.....this is exactly who healed David "JOHOVAH-RAPHA".
David was sent home. The doctors told us to keep him away from other people and that CHOP would get in touch with us soon. We were so happy and praising God for our miracle child. God is so good! We would be back in the hospital within the next few days...but in the mean time we thought the worst was over....little did we know what was in store for our little guy. But God did know and used this situation to prove to us that He was in control.
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