Spencer Beals Story)
(The Spencer Beals Story)
By: Spencer Beals
When I was a young man in my
early twenties, I had my first experience with the Lord. I was lost and doing
far too many things of the world. I became desperate, and asked the Lord to come
into my heart. I seemed to be heading in a new direction. Somehow, someway, I
lost that direction. By the time I was in my thirties, I was so lost. I'm sure
you've heard the expression (Been there, done that) could easily have applied to
my life. I continued my wayward journey, and I mean wayward. Drugs, alcohol,
pornography, cocaine addiction, and I could go on.
On August 10, 1996, I became
very sick, bloated, and bleeding from all my orifices. This was mostly due to
all my drinking (fifth of peppermint schnapps everyday for 25 years). I went to
the hospital and was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. My liver literally
exploded. I had less than 8 percent liver function. The doctor, who cared for
me, told my niece, that there was no point in getting me a full month supply of
medication (this was after a week in the hospital of detoxification and care)
and that I would never live that long.
I remember the night I went to
the hospital, and the doctor telling me I was in dire straits, (a term my mother
used to use, bless her heart, she's in heaven now). Well they sent me home with
a pocket full of medication, and very little hope. For some reason, and now I
know, (it was Gods' will) I never had the slightest inclination I would die.
After surviving the first 2
months or so, Devery, (my wife, whom I love and cherish,
and who stood beside me
all the way) was becoming discouraged, because they had me on all the wrong
medication. They were giving me downers, and sleeping pills, etc., so I would be
comfortable as I died. The pills were literally driving me out of my mind, not
that I'm not anyway.
But, that's when God took over.
We came in contact with a new doctor (Dr. Godallah) who took a cotton to me, as
well as me finding assurance in her.
I started making (I would say
we, Devery and I) trips to Ann Arbor to the University of Michigan, to discuss
having a liver transplant. After all, I wasn't dying, never thought about dying,
and they weren't getting rid of me that easily.
The hospital in Ann Arbor was
having me come down about every 6 months. By
the way, my new doctor put me on some new medication, that was helping me a lot
more than the old; I wasn't so disoriented or confused so much.
The doctor in Ann Arbor, I believe, had no intention of putting me on the
liver donor list, and really who could blame him.
After all, I destroyed the one I had, and I really didn't deserve one.
That's another reason, I know Gods' hand was in on it.
Dr G. (The nickname we
affectionately gave our doctor) decided we should contact Henry Ford Hospital
and talk to them. Dr G, talked to Dr. Brown, and Dr Brown decided to take on my
case. This was after a year and a
half of getting nowhere with Ann Arbor, and immediately things began to happen.
After another year of poking, and prodding, and transfusions, sometimes 2 to 3 a
week (I was losing blood almost as quick as I was receiving it, the toilet was
full after each trip there). The doctors told Devery I had about one week to
live. They told her that she better start gathering the family, because the time
was drawing near.
The funeral homes were calling
her, and she was trying to keep the family together, yet she would sleep in my
room, night after night, so that I wouldn't have to die alone. Still, I never
once took into consideration that I was about to die (Thank the Lord) or perhaps
I would have. But as I told you before, my death wasn't in Gods' plan. God has a
plan for each and every one of us, and it's so important we surrender ourselves
to him, and follow his will.
A couple of days before my
donor's liver arrived. Due to a car
accident in Detroit, I now have the liver of a 41 year old man.
A little black nurse came to my bedside (her name was Leah) and asked me
if I knew Jesus. I told her I thought so, but I knew I wasn't headed in the
right direction. She then held my hand, and she led me through a prayer of
redemption, (once again I thank the Lord.)
The liver was a perfect match,
and the operation went quite well. Although,
after the transplant I remember being in the recovery room and looking out the
hall at the doctors. They all
seemed to have their heads down, and I thought surely I had died. I looked up at
my wife, and told her I was sorry, but that I had died.
That was the last thing I
remember before slipping into a coma. Although my daughter told me, almost a
year later, that I looked at her and asked her how it felt to watch her father
die. She said she burst into tears, ran out into the hall, grabbed that little
nurse, and asked her if her daddy was giving up and going to die. The nurse held
her, gave her a soft smile, and told her, your daddy's going to be just fine.
She also told me the next day I had asked the nurse for a gun, because I
couldn't take it anymore. I don't remember those two incidents.
I was in a coma for 13 days. As
of now, I remember twice coming out of the coma. The first time it occurred, Devery had gone to get something
to eat, and I must have started acting up (I found out later that I did).
They called Devery to come over to help out.
They called her because she seemed to be able to handle me better than
they could. She immediately climbed over top of me, straddled me, and held my
arms down. It just so happened that she had just gotten through eating a hotdog
with onions on it. She breathed in my face, and I come out of the coma like a
"smokin' rocket." I told
her that her breath stunk, and to get out of my face. I think if she would have
known that it worked that well, she would have eaten a whole barrel full of
The second time, the nurses
took me down to have an M.R.I. This is when you lay on your back on a small bed,
and they whisk you into a tunnel-like chamber. Once inside they sent out noises
to check me for brain activity. While I was in that chamber, I remember coming
out of the coma, and for a few brief moments, and the only way I can describe
this feeling, was joy unspeakable and full of glory. Then all heck broke loose.
I was pulling out IV's and tubes, and everything else they had conjured into my
body. It was a very painful experience, except for those brief moments, when I
felt like I died and went to heaven.
The doctors told Devery, that
the liver was functioning, but there would be some brain damage. How much, they
weren't sure, but possibly I would be a vegetable. Now this is the kicker...
What the doctor's didn't know was my Heavenly Father was busy doing some repair
work. Closing broken windows and opening new ones. If it was brain damage I was
suffering, then maybe we all ought to get on our knees, and ask God for a little
It took God six days to create
the world and all its splendor. It took him 13 days to repair my mind. The only
brain damage I had was before I went into that coma.
Now I feel like a new man. My
wife and I have started up a fence company. I'm working as often as I can Monday
through Saturday. Most importantly, I'm living for Jesus and He's working
miracles in my life. I realize I'm not worthy of His great love. What I want
people to understand is that God has a plan for each and everyone of us. And if
we will just relent, and ask Jesus to come into our hearts and to forgive us of
our sins, He will show you His plan for your life.
There is a light out there, the
Light of Jesus, and I'm walking in the light. I can't fathom how any one person
could exist in our world today without knowing Him.
I thank my Heavenly Father a
million times over for all He has done for me, and for all He will do. I can no
longer imagine a day without Jesus. I was saved twice that day, once on the
operating table, and most importantly, eternally. It's a no lose situation.
You get a piece of heaven on earth, and you can be assured He is
preparing for you a home in heaven.
It was August 10, 1996 that a
minister or priest came to my bedside as they were pumping blood out of my
stomach. He was there to give me my last rites. I told him I didn't want them,
and my precious mom told them to leave me alone.
You know, I could be in hell
burning and forever separated from my Father.
Instead I'm on my way to heaven. I can most truly and honestly say, I am
"God's Miracle Man."
about my Savior
I once had someone ask me,
I told them, "Look into the book
It says to love our Savior
But I'll continue to serve my Savior
Because there is no better way.
If that's called "going overboard"
I'll try harder yet today.
When I think about the blood He shed
So before you go to bed tonight
If this is the way to serve my Savior,
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