Two years ago, just before New Year’s, I became really sick. My doctor initially thought I had RSV, but after a week, I had a blood test done. The doctor was concerned because my potassium levels were dangerously low. During a follow-up appointment, I explained how I was feeling, and she decided to run more tests. Her receptionist escorted me to the testing area.

After the tests, I got dressed, and when I came out, an ambulance was waiting for me. I ended up in the ICU for a week because my right lung was filled with large blood clots. That evening, the ER doctor called in an interventional radiology team. They removed the clots using a tiny tube inserted through my groin, and I was awake the whole time. The frightening part was when they showed me the clots; it looked like a postcard filled with them. They had to navigate around my heart to reach my lung.

After the procedure, I returned to my room, and a priest happened to walk by and asked if I wanted to see him. That was the only time I encountered him during my stay. During the procedure, they stitched me up twice, but the next day, they removed the stitches, and I ended up hemorrhaging. After three more days in the hospital, I was finally released.

If any of the doctors had not acted when they did, I would not even be here today. I truly believe that God saved me for a reason, and I have shared this story many times in the hope of spreading His love. Thank you, thank you, thank you!