Allie-Garren-and-Uncle-BobThe Power of Prayer – Allie Garren

My uncle, Bob Garren, has always been healthy. As far back as I can remember he always had health, energy, and life. It was rare that he would visit the doctor, if ever.

Thursday, September 10, 2010, uncle Bob stepped into a doctor’s office for the first time in over sixteen years. After a quick examination he left with a diagnosis of ‘Z-pack’ and ‘Tama-flu,’ but the assurance it was no more than a case of the flu, and that he’d feel better in a few days.

As evening came, breathing began to tax him; by late night he struggled for air. My aunt rushed him to a nearby satellite hospital, providentially it had opened just two weeks prior, making the travel short. Upon arrival he was promptly put on a ventilator, and rushed and admitted to the main hospital. Doctors ran tests coming to the quick consensus that he was fighting an aggressive pneumonia. His lungs, the doctors said, were full of fluid allowing little room for breathing. They began pumping his body full of antibiotics to fight the pneumonia.

We learned later that the satellite hospital and quick-thinking doctors played an important part in saving his life. The newly opened satellite hospital was a total God thing. If it had not been open, Uncle Bob would not have survived the lengthy ride to the main hospital.

The next morning, though it didn’t seem possible, his condition worsened. He contracted ‘Sepsis,’ an infection that took the life of his only nephew, Christopher, years earlier. In response to this complication, the doctors called the rest of Bob’s family to come and say goodbye. The doctors were not sure why he was so sick, but they were confident that he wouldn’t last through the night.

In route to the hospital, that morning, Dad and I called our church family requesting prayer. We knew that Uncle Bob’s survival required prayer warriors to stand in faith with us. We spent the weekend nearby with family.

It was terrible to see him looking so sick. The only hint of life was the rise and fall of his chest, as the ill-sounding pump of the ventilator forced his breath. The entire room was cluttered with medications and the sound blipping machinery. The appearance of him in that delicate lifeless position burned into my soul. I’ve never seen someone look that sick and still be alive.

Miraculously, Uncle Bob survived the weekend, though his condition did not improve any. The sepsis was dying down, according to the doctors cryptic charts. We left the hospital that weekend, the doctors puzzled by the severity of his symptoms. His condition was grave and remained relatively that way until Tuesday morning, five days in the ICU.

The doctors called us a second time, bidding us to come for goodbyes. They discovered the cause of his symptoms. Blood was leaking from his heart into his lungs, apparently had been for some time, causing and complicating the breathing issues. Though they didn’t know what caused the leaks, they were sure his condition could not withstand heart surgery. They were confident there was no hope for survival.

Ashley, my sister, and I had to stay behind and we were able to attend Leadership update. We, Pastor Connie and some prayer warriors came together to pray for Uncle Bob. It came as such a blessing to have a church family come behind our cause; we left refreshed with new confidence that health was on its way. It came as no surprise the next morning when the cardiologist called with a good report. They discovered the real cause for uncle Bob’s condition. He had a “silent” heart attack earlier that week. The attack had ruptured his mitral valve, slowly allowing blood to seep into his lungs. They also discovered an arterial blockage. It would require open heart surgery to insert an artificial valve and to remove the blockage.

Several days later the antibiotics were discontinued and they began to give him meds to dry out the blood in his lungs preparing his body for the heart surgery. They weaned him off the ventilator, and woke him up for the first time in two weeks. He underwent successful heart surgery a week later and made a quick recovery. Uncle Bob’s stay lasted over a month, but he left recovered and healing.

Today you’d never know my uncle had been so close to death just a few months past. His recovery was complete in less than three months, he was driving and was back at work. Each measure of progress he made has been a testimony to the healing power of God. When the doctors expected him to die -he lived, when they never expected his recovery to be so thorough or quick -he has gone on to fully recover and to live a better quality of life than imagined.

He’s now back to normal; the same happy and healthy uncle I’ve always known. Only now, he says, “I’ve never felt better and am eternally grateful for this, my second chance.” Though he lived a fairly healthy lifestyle before his heart attack, this sickness has caused him to take his lifestyle more seriously. It has caused him to live with an even higher quality of life. The doctors don’t understand why such a healthy man would suffer a heart attack. We know we only have one enemy, against whom we are always victorious.

Looking back, we can confidently say prayer makes the difference between life and death. Matthew 18:19 reads, “If two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven.” From day one there were many more people than we will ever realize agreeing with us for Uncle Bob’s healing in prayer support. People from my grandparent’s churches, members of my aunt’s and uncle’s churches, friends of Uncle Bob’s, friends of the family, my aunt’s and uncle’s church members, and of course his co-workers – its absolutely amazing! News of his condition spread like wildfire, by the time he was ready for heart surgery, he had people praying for him from different parts of the world. Of course, we had our own church family praying for him as well.

James 5:16 says “…the fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” Because of the fervent prayers from our friends, Living Word and people from all over, my uncle was given a second chance to live with an awesome testimony of the healing power of God.

The Power of Prayer – Allie Garren
My uncle, Bob Garren, has always been healthy. As far back as I can remember he always had health, energy, and life. It was rare that he would visit the doctor, if ever.

Thursday, September 10, 2010, uncle Bob stepped into a doctor’s office for the first time in over sixteen years. After a quick examination he left with a diagnosis of ‘Z-pack’ and ‘Tama-flu,’ but the assurance it was no more than a case of the flu, and that he’d feel better in a few days.

As evening came, breathing began to tax him; by late night he struggled for air. My aunt rushed him to a nearby satellite hospital, providentially it had opened just two weeks prior, making the travel short. Upon arrival he was promptly put on a ventilator, and rushed and admitted to the main hospital. Doctors ran tests coming to the quick consensus that he was fighting an aggressive pneumonia. His lungs, the doctors said, were full of fluid allowing little room for breathing. They began pumping his body full of antibiotics to fight the pneumonia.

We learned later that the satellite hospital and quick-thinking doctors played an important part in saving his life. The newly opened satellite hospital was a total God thing. If it had not been open, Uncle Bob would not have survived the lengthy ride to the main hospital.

The next morning, though it didn’t seem possible, his condition worsened. He contracted ‘Sepsis,’ an infection that took the life of his only nephew, Christopher, years earlier. In response to this complication, the doctors called the rest of Bob’s family to come and say goodbye. The doctors were not sure why he was so sick, but they were confident that he wouldn’t last through the night.

In route to the hospital, that morning, Dad and I called our church family requesting prayer. We knew that Uncle Bob’s survival required prayer warriors to stand in faith with us. We spent the weekend nearby with family.

It was terrible to see him looking so sick. The only hint of life was the rise and fall of his chest, as the ill-sounding pump of the ventilator forced his breath. The entire room was cluttered with medications and the sound blipping machinery. The appearance of him in that delicate lifeless position burned into my soul. I’ve never seen someone look that sick and still be alive.

Miraculously, Uncle Bob survived the weekend, though his condition did not improve any. The sepsis was dying down, according to the doctors cryptic charts. We left the hospital that weekend, the doctors puzzled by the severity of his symptoms. His condition was grave and remained relatively that way until Tuesday morning, five days in the ICU.

The doctors called us a second time, bidding us to come for goodbyes. They discovered the cause of his symptoms. Blood was leaking from his heart into his lungs, apparently had been for some time, causing and complicating the breathing issues. Though they didn’t know what caused the leaks, they were sure his condition could not withstand heart surgery. They were confident there was no hope for survival.

Ashley, my sister, and I had to stay behind and we were able to attend Leadership update. We, Pastor Connie and some prayer warriors came together to pray for Uncle Bob. It came as such a blessing to have a church family come behind our cause; we left refreshed with new confidence that health was on its way. It came as no surprise the next morning when the cardiologist called with a good report. They discovered the real cause for uncle Bob’s condition. He had a “silent” heart attack earlier that week. The attack had ruptured his mitral valve, slowly allowing blood to seep into his lungs. They also discovered an arterial blockage. It would require open heart surgery to insert an artificial valve and to remove the blockage.

Several days later the antibiotics were discontinued and they began to give him meds to dry out the blood in his lungs preparing his body for the heart surgery. They weaned him off the ventilator, and woke him up for the first time in two weeks. He underwent successful heart surgery a week later and made a quick recovery. Uncle Bob’s stay lasted over a month, but he left recovered and healing.

Today you’d never know my uncle had been so close to death just a few months past. His recovery was complete in less than three months, he was driving and was back at work. Each measure of progress he made has been a testimony to the healing power of God. When the doctors expected him to die -he lived, when they never expected his recovery to be so thorough or quick -he has gone on to fully recover and to live a better quality of life than imagined.

He’s now back to normal; the same happy and healthy uncle I’ve always known. Only now, he says, “I’ve never felt better and am eternally grateful for this, my second chance.” Though he lived a fairly healthy lifestyle before his heart attack, this sickness has caused him to take his lifestyle more seriously. It has caused him to live with an even higher quality of life. The doctors don’t understand why such a healthy man would suffer a heart attack. We know we only have one enemy, against whom we are always victorious.

Looking back, we can confidently say prayer makes the difference between life and death. Matthew 18:19 reads, “If two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven.” From day one there were many more people than we will ever realize agreeing with us for Uncle Bob’s healing in prayer support. People from my grandparent’s churches, members of my aunt’s and uncle’s churches, friends of Uncle Bob’s, friends of the family, my aunt’s and uncle’s church members, and of course his co-workers – its absolutely amazing! News of his condition spread like wildfire, by the time he was ready for heart surgery, he had people praying for him from different parts of the world. Of course, we had our own church family praying for him as well.

James 5:16 says “…the fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” Because of the fervent prayers from our friends, Living Word and people from all over, my uncle was given a second chance to live with an awesome testimony of the healing power of God.