Amazing Experiences

Coincidence? Miracle? Divinity?

November 22, 2006 |  1 comment
Image Credit: stockxpert This new column series will feature a collection of true stories from ordinary people with some truly fantastic experiences. This first story was contributed by Shrinagesh of Chennai, India: The first of January,1981. Madurai. We got up to some loud cry in the early hours of the day. Our Amma was writhing in pain and she was holding her left hand with the other hand. One of her fingers was slowly turning black. Appa rushed her to the Government General Hospital's Intensive Care Unit.I saw specialists with stethoscopes around their necks walking in and out. I could hear whispers like Renault's disease, heart attack, gangrene etc. My Appa informed us later those doctors could not agree on the diagnosis and hence a practical solution was eluding Amma. A week passed and the blacking spread to my Amma's two fingers. She continued to suffer from tremendous pain and because of disagreement between the Physicians, she was almost being treated symptomatically. I asked my Evangelist friend, Peter, to come and pray for her which he did.Meanwhile, my Amma's elder sister, Sathyabhama, had got in touch with a Mystic, as is usual in the Villages. The Mystic had told her that her sister had suffered a heart attack and she will survive only if she leaves Madurai for elsewhere, for treatment. The Mystic also said that veins from her thighs will be cut and transplanted around her heart. Satyabhama came home and informed us of what the Mystic told her.

My Appa was not very receptive as some of the best Physicians in TamilNadu had attended on her. Dr Bhirmanandam, cardiologist, who went to become the Vice Chancellor of MGR Medical University. And Dr Solomon Victor, the Cardiac Surgeon, who created a niche for himself in medical care by his excellence and generosity .With such eminent Doctors, do we need a Mystic in this Modern world?My Amma's condition was getting worse and her third finger also began to turn black. My Appa's friends' suggested that we take her to Vellore Christian Hospital near Chennai for treatment and try as there was no change in the status quo. I had returned to Chennai by then and I was asked to arrange for some car to transport my Amma to Vellore from Chennai Airport, a travel if about four hours. I didn't have a car myself. I sounded some of my wealthy friends about this and they were hesitant to lend their car as that meant someone else will drive the car for a trip outside the city. Then, I approached Ashok Hemdev, a fellow member of the Madras Jaycees and told him that I needed his car for a day for use within the city. He said that he would lend his car but he warned me that the car is in very bad shape and that it should not be driven very fast.My Amma was airlifted from Madurai and I received her and Appa at the Chennai Airport. My Brother in law had arranged a driver for the car as we didn't know to drive, then. As we drove from Chennai towards Vellore, my Amma started to bawl in immense pain. The worse thing was the roads were in very bad shape and she was being tossed heavily. At one point, the car broke down and I remembered Askok warning. One of the tyres went flat simultaneously and there was no stepney. After about a half hour break that saw my Amma's condition grow worse, we reached Vellore after nearly five hours. She was instantly admitted in the hospital.I returned after admitting Amma at the Hospital. My Appa and Brother in law stayed behind. While returning, the car again had a break down and the mechanic said that the car was in a horrible condition. He wondered how we could transport a patient in a car which could not be driven even within a city. I pleaded with him to make it road-worthy because I had promised Ashok that I will return the car by the end of the day Neither did I want him to know that I had taken the car out of the city. After working on the car for about four hours and changing some parts, we were able to return to Chennai. Ashok later told me that the car was in terrible shape after I had returned it and I apologized.The Vellore Hospital was amazing example of how human care can save lives. The Physicians agreed in about an hour that she has had a heart attack earlier which was the cause for her fingers turning black followed by one during our travel to Vellore from Chennai Airport. They also decided that she needed a By Pass Heart surgery but were not sure whether she will survive as precious time had been lost in treating her.My Amma had her Seven hour long By Pass surgery and I reached Vellore again. The next day,my Appa asked me to ask the Surgeon about the state of my Amma's health.

When I reached the Surgeon with butterflies in my stomach, he smiled and said that he didn't expect her to recover much. I also saw my Appa going inside the Church in the Hospital and lighting a candle. He had told me repeatedly that he was a non believer and now testing times made him seek support outside. But, after a month's hospitalization, my Amma was discharged and she returned to Madurai to live as a normal person.I shudder to think what would have happened to her if we had not taken her out of Madurai. But, how could a Mystic make a diagnosis without seeing somebody? How come he recommend a treatment that was given later ? Comments (1)

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