This Is My Story; From Birth to Five Years

My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed., Psalm 139:15-16{NKJV}

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world...

My story begins by going back nine months prior to March 5th of 1967. My mum had thought she was done raising a family, as her youngest son was almost 10, her second oldest was just about done high school, and her eldest was working in Montreal. But... she soon found out that I was well on my way. 

Sunday morning of March 5th, 1967 came and no doubt the family were up and getting ready for church. This was a church going family, a godly Christian family, and church played a big role in the life of my family. I remember my mother saying once that it was snowing on this particular day. As evening settled in a familiar feeling came over my mum and she knew it was time to go...I would be born that evening at 10:20 pm. Weighing in at 7 lbs/2 oz, and 21 inches long. But the joy and happiness of this occasion would be soon over shadowed with uncertainty and pain.

The doctor, not knowing what to make of my situation, broke the news to my parents and a decision had to be made. Because of my medical issues the choice was given to either fly me to Halifax NS Children's Hospital or to the Montreal Children's Hospital. Seeing as my eldest sister was living in Montreal at the time, that is where my parents decided to go. 

On the day that we were to fly out, the pastor and his wife, the late Rev Chester Robertson, came to the hospital to have prayer. He was the very first person to hold me, other than nurses and doctors. It would only be later on that my mum would get to hold me. The pastor saw the condition of my back, and would later admit to my parents, that upon seeing the situation, he thought at the time as the doctor who had delivered me that I was on a one way trip to Montreal. But he prayed the prayer of faith and left the rest in God's hands. As word got out about my fate there were many many others of varying faiths who began to pray for my safe keeping.

We arrived in Montreal and were met by 18 doctors, specialist from different fields of medicine and who also taught at McGill University. After much deliberation the doctors concluded that I was born with a Neural Tube defect called Spina Bifida Occulta/Myelomeningocele and a 4 1/2 hour surgery was set for March 17, 1967. 

The out look from this operation was not very promising. I was given a 50/50 chance that I would survive. The doctors told my mum that if I did survive the surgery, because of extensive damage to the lower back and the bowel, I would have to have a permanent colostomy and to expect paralysis in the legs. However when it was all said and done, they told my parents to begin planning funeral arrangements, to which they did.

The day of the surgery came and it was suggested that my mum remain at the apartment till a phone call was made. Not knowing what to pray for, as my mum sat on the edge of the bed reading her Bible a book marker fell to the floor. She picked it up, looked at it, and it read, Whatsoever ye shall ask in My Name... My mum bowed her head and simply asked God for a miracle. And a miracle He delivered. 

This part of my story may seem long so I will shorten it as much as I can. I did make it through the surgery and I did make it back home. But over the next five years I would have to face other surgeries and many doctor visits that would last right up until I was 22 when I had my last visit at the Montreal Children's Hospital. I had many obstacles placed in my way and my parents would be told time and again to not expect me to live past a certain age or accomplish goals that other children had accomplished. My parents lived in the moment, trusted God, and planned for days ahead. But my mother's faith in God was the foundation by which I would come to learn about this big and wonderful God in Whom I still trust to this day. 

Many nights I heard my mother praying by my bedside at the hospital and on many occasions I heard her sing the old hymns and saw her read her Bible. Through these early days of my life a love for God's Word and prayer was cultivated. This foundation would see me through many times of stress and trial. God saw me through these early days and God would see me through in days yet to come...

Today is March 5, 2016 and I will soon be heading out with friends to celebrate my 49th birthday. Growing up around the older people I would often hear the phrase; "I'm living on borrowed time". Any research that I have done on Spina Bifida Occulta/Myelomeningocele, the severest form of Spina Bifida, the age expectancy is between 18 and 40. By my calculations I am "living on borrowed time". Or am I?? God has a plan and I believe I am living that plan every day HE gives me. As this blog unfolds and my story is read the chorus; Through It All, will become my theme song. Through the trials, disappointments, mountains and valleys of life I have learned to trust...not in the arm of man, but in the everlasting, always out stretching hand of a merciful and loving God. 

Through it all, through it all,
I've learned to trust in Jesus,
I've learned to trust in God
Through it all,through it all,
I've learned to depend upon His Word.



  1. Such an amazing and beautiful miracle story.

    1. Thank you; All glory is given to Him. If it were not for Christ, I would have turned away a long time a go. Keep reading....


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