7.13 Billion People in this world and You Matter I Promise
Brayton Meyer -
I was a Hip-Hop/Rap Artist…
On July 26, 2016 my life threw me for a curve. I went to bed at 12 am and was up constantly shaking (hot and cold); I had a spiked fever of 103. The next week I visited the clinic several times to try and figure out what was wrong with me. Many doctors saw me and tried to advise a plan that would help, but nothing was working. I was tested for mono and Strep throat and although the tests were negative, my white blood count was high so they put me on an antibiotic and steroids. As time went on the sickness in my throat and the pain had gotten so bad it was time for an ER visit. But it was the same story, they gave me a shot of steroids for all the pain I was in and sent me on my way.
The following week the pain at night had gotten so bad I had to go to the ER a second time, trying to figure out what was going on. They gave me a shot of steroids and an IV. The IV was horrible, I was so dehydrated, they couldn’t find my veins, and they had to bring in an ultrasound machine to figure out where my veins were. Even with that machine they struggled. They gave me a shot of strong pain medicine and as that kicked in and the IV fluids were replenishing my body, I realized something: how lucky I had been my whole life with my health. God had been watching over me throughout my entire life. When the doctor came back in he told me that I may have an abscess tonsil and he was getting me into a specialist the next morning, August 2. If you don't know what an abscess tonsil is I encourage you to look it up, but with caution. Waking up that next morning I was in pain, the worst pain I have ever had in my entire life. While we drove to the hospital I sat in the front seat constantly fading in and out feeling like I was going to pass out because of the infection in the back of my throat. As my mom and I walked into the clinic my dad met us at the door with a wheelchair because I couldn't walk. Finally, an hour later, I was in the doctor’s office with the specialist. This is when it all went downhill. He told me indeed, I had an abscessed tonsil. Meaning it needed to be drained immediately; otherwise the pain and infection would get a lot worse. This next part is graphic, so please skip ahead if you have a queasy stomach. He came back with a needle that was the size of Texas and he thoroughly explained what was going to happen and it started. He took the needle and numbed the back of my throat, and began to make a small cut in the back of my throat. He then slowly pried open the cut looking for the bacteria that needed to be drained. He did this several times and finally hit the sweet spot and a bunch of grey and purple liquid came pouring out and it was awful. I was as white as a ghost and almost passed out. He did it a second time and told me he thought he got it all. I wish he was right.
Two days later (August 4) I was back in the same office and the doctor was telling me I had to get my tonsils out. I was worried but in the midst of all this I knew God had a plan for me. I thought to myself, surgery could be in a week. But no, I was wrong again he told me and my parents I needed them out within the next few hours and before I could even think I was being wheeled back to the operating room. As I sat there nervously in my bed it was just me and God. He was comforting me telling me it was going to be okay. I got into the room and the song One Call A Way by Charlie Puth was on. This was the first major sign for me that God was there, just one call a way, but just wait it gets better/worse. Finally, surgery was over, everything went smoothly I went home that day and was taking it very easy. I thought it was all over and that it was just healing for me from here on out, boy was I wrong.
On August 13 at 11:00 pm one of the two days I will never forget, I was laying in my bed trying to fall asleep when it felt like mucus was running down my throat. I swallowed like 7 times and then decided I should go spit it out. The first spit into the sink was dark red, and I did what any 19 year old kid would do, screamed for my mom. My mouth was bleeding at a rate that was unimaginable. As my mom called 911 and my dad looked at me in the eyes telling me I was going to make it through this, but I was scared, more scared than I have ever been. I had my head tilted back trying to clot the blood but the dispatch person on the phone said not to do that and sure enough I coughed and blood went all over the mirror and it was coming out of my nose. But then my parents prayed over me and the bleeding slowed down, and that was another major sign from God. It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to get to my house. The ambulance ride was not fun at all, although the bleeding was slowing down we literally went 45 mph to the hospital, but I knew the men that were on duty were going to take care of me. That night the ER nurse shot some stuff up my nose that helped clot the blood and made me gargle with cold water for 10 minutes. Sure enough she was right and the bleeding stopped. Well kind of. I went the next 3 days feeling really light headed and just overall exhausted.
August 17 at 1:20 pm is the second day I will never forget for the rest of my life. I was downstairs moving light objects into my room it all started again. I went upstairs and screamed to my mom, and the process was repeating. This time it was just me and my mom at home and the blood wouldn't stop, it was worse than the previous time. My mom prayed over me several times. The ambulance showed up and it was still coming out nonstop. As I sat in the ambulance it was one of those moments that is hard to put into words. First, I asked the man in the back if he could help me and he said unfortunately this is only something they can fix at the hospital. As we drove again what felt like a year to the hospital I was talking to God telling him that I accepted him as my Father because in my mind it was over. As my life flashed before my eyes and I got more and more light headed we arrived at the emergency room. Still losing a ton of blood filling up puke bag after puke bag the ER doctor came in and told me that I needed emergency surgery in order to stop this bleeding. I was bleeding so much the blood would clot in my throat and I would throw up time after time. I was shaking and nervous, I knew God was with me but it was one of those moments where I felt very alone because if I didn't get into the surgery fast enough it would be over. Everyone was standing around me (including my parents) helpless because I needed surgery for this to stop. We could only pray and trust in God. As they wheeled me back for surgery and the medical team was assembling I was scared, the point where the doors open to the surgery room and separate you from the rest of the world is an interesting feeling. Especially when you are spitting up blood and throwing up and you just want your parents by your side, and they can’t go any further with you. I got into the operating room while waiting for the anesthesiologist and one of the nicest nurses was helping me; holding me up and wiping my face like I was a new born baby. Through the midst of this all, he was a hero, comforting me and telling me it was going to be okay. Finally they put me under.
As I was slowly starting to wake up after surgery something amazing happened! I wasn't fully awake, but I felt two warm hands on both of my arms, bigger than a normal human, bigger than an NBA basketball player’s hands. I woke up and was astonished that no one was there. I know this was God telling me that he had me wrapped in his hands, comforting me telling me it was going to be alright. That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. As I was laying in recovery my doctor came in and told me I had a hole in the artery in the back of my tongue and that they pumped my stomach because it was filled with blood. He then went on and told me that he cauterized the hole and it was not bleeding anymore. Finally they wheeled me to my room and my parents saw my bed and followed me. Many of my close friends came to visit and I stayed the night in the hospital. That day just in surgery I lost 20 ounces of blood, who knows how much I lost before there surgery but it was a lot as I bled for 2 hours straight.
This entire experience has been super eye opening for me. My entire life I have really taken my health for granted. It just goes to show how strong those people are that spend weeks in hospitals suffering from disease. As cliché as it sounds, you really never know when you will take your last breath or when you will say your last words. But through all this I knew God had bigger plans for me and that I was going be okay. It’s crazy, ever since I woke up from surgery I have just felt different and at peace, knowing that God had taken care of me. The one thing God took away was my voice, to make me realize that He had bigger plans for me in His name. I just want to thank God, my family, especially my parents, and all of my friends that have supported me through all of this. 31 days, 6 clinic visits, 4 Emergency room visits, 2 Ambulance rides, 2 surgeries and I finally think I figured out what God is calling me to do on this Earth. My name is Brayton Meyer, I'm 19 years old and this is the story of how I became a Christian Artist.
7.13 Billion People in this world and You Matter I Promise