FirstladyDO's Memoirs: Sharing Life Lessons.
From August 26th 2022-?
During the course of these 11 months. The unexpected happened.
Both good and bad. I guess that is what makes life unpredictable yet interesting right???
Albeit the challenges, God has been wonderful!
It’s exactly a month to my birthday and I am elated. I kinda feel younger and stronger for more beautiful things ahead.
As we start to countdown, I will be writing memoirs?? on my pages but IG will get the pictures and reels ??
Sharing Life Lessons Day 1?
"GRATEFUL FOR LIFE".
"GRATEFUL FOR LIFE".
"GRATEFUL FOR LIFE". This has become my favourite phrase in the last 6 months.
I am grateful for life indeed!
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I have a brother whose posts are all about “Grateful for life” daily.??
I have jocularly told him to stop posting this same phrase everyday because we are tired of the repetition.?
From branding perspective, repeated phrases can become boring, although it could become your brand’s identity.
You’d be known with it.?
You can even trade mark a phrase like that if it is originally yours.
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Poor me! I had no idea how mighty that phrase is nor the significance of such phrase in his life.
It got to a point, I nicknamed him “Baba Grateful for Life”, because he was always "Grateful for life".
Not knowing it is going to be a phrase I would come to appreciate and overuse for the rest of my life.
Hmmm…
Life and its twists!
God and his doings!
After my last birthday, I had an experience that could have left me dead.?
From January 2nd- 7th, I was not sure this body was exclusively mine because of its disobedience to my instructions ????
Food ??? It was not accepting.
Water? Mbanu.
Urinate? Nothing o.
Defecate? That one was a long thing ??
Sleep? “No” my body replied.
Press phone? Yes, but when necessary because I was totally weak.
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I almost threw out my intestines with the 5-5 mins nausea. Thanks to the countless drips, it became my food. I was buying expensive drugs up and down, still no result. I was in 4 different hospitals trying to get back my “LIFE”.?
I recall my mum crying in prayers after bathing me one midnight, my temperature was too high not to cook Abuja Yam. I felt sad seeing her run helter-skelter for me. My family would pray I fall asleep in those 120 hrs. "God give her sleep, God give her strength, God heal her, God do wonders" filtered into my ears every minutes from the hospital's reception.
Despite the prayers, I was still rolling on the floor with this burning abdominal ache, No improvements at all o?? I cried bitterly on one of the nights, as I recalled my last personal bible study verse, Romans 14:8. “If we live, we live for the Lord, and if we die, we die for the Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we belong to God.” A very scary verse, lol. ??
I rebuked the death thought and chose to meditate on Ps 102: 24-26 and Psalm 118:17, "I will not die but live to proclaim God's work" These verses were in my heart while my admission lasts.
The issues
First, I had to battle with reactions to recommended drugs.
Second, the challenge of wrong diagnosis here and there, before I finally landed at a private hospital close to me. (The fact that I never thought Private hospitals have experienced Specialists or would get it right still baffles me ??).??
I asked 3 Medical Doctors I know but they kept asking me to go for tests and ultrasounds. 2 of them knows me to be strong and healthy but have "japa'd". They couldn’t recommend anything other than to visit the hospital. They doubted the results so they advised I rerun the tests. While I was already reacting negatively to the drugs recommended based on the first test results.
After visiting the second hospital, the results became contradictory.
Then, it became apparent that I have been misdiagnosed, mistreated and implicated. (Now, I can employ rhymes ??. I dare not then.)
Hence, the need for more tests and eventually, surgery.
It is exactly not an experience I would wish anyone.?
I didn’t know I could survive not eating, not drinking, not sleeping, not defecating, not urinating within 120 hours. I was weak and in excruciating discomfort.?
I could have been long gone but God said, it is not yet time. I have many assignments to carry out.
Why am I sharing this?
I have heard stories about people who had slight headaches and never survived it but here I am bouncing in the lord after my ordeal. Also, to make you see that some phrases have deep meanings and significance to people.
I worship God for giving me his breath. This is not the social media thingy but a note of gratitude from the “bottomest” part of my heart.
Somebody shout Halleluyah ??????
?yin Jésù lógo…??
Now you see why I am always "Grateful for Life"?
That’s all for today, you can continue scrolling your feeds.
But please make sure you drop a comment to thank God on my behalf!
?? Deborah Odeniyi
Glossary
“Long thing”: An informal word for expressing impossibility or difficulty.
“Mbanu”: An Igbo (A tribe in South-East Nigeria) word for “NO”.
"Japa'd": An informal word for relocating abroad in Nigeria.
"Bottomest": An incorrect word, employed to mean "depth"
“?yin Jésù lógo": A Yoruba (An ethnic group in South-West Nigeria) word for “Praise the Lord”.
PS: Image shows a chat during my illness vs My high-spirited self this week.