I share the complete story of my recent health scare on Vivid Talk™ Radio. I'll tell you some of the back story here and let you know what I learned. After suffering with uterine fibroids and anemia for over two decades, cold, headaches, fatigue, and pain were common. The truth of the matter was I was dying a slow death and did not know it. I was too distracted to notice.
As soon as I stepped in, I blacked out, but I remember saying, "I do not want to die here. Felicia, get up."I was a speaker at a weekend conference. I showed up. Popped a few pills. And hit the stage. I had started, what I thought was my cycle. However, I was actually hemorrhaging, but thinking, "I'll go to the doctor on Monday." When Monday came around, I had gone through 45 overnight pads. I stepped out of bed, took two steps, and everything inside of me fell on the floor. I panicked, but my assumption is my adrenaline was flowing. I heard my heart beating in my head. Later I learned that my heart wasn't getting the blood that it needed, so I was headed for a cardiac episode.I had gone through 45 overnight pads over the weekend. My body was responding to a case of severe anemia. My son was at home, and I didn't want him to see the scene, so I managed to clean it up and get in the shower. As soon as I stepped in, I blacked out, but I remember saying, "I do not want to die here. Felicia, get up." Somehow, I kicked the shower door open, crawled out, and called out to my son. He found me, got me together, and rushed me to the hospital. Miraculously, I walked into the emergency room under my own power. My palms and the insides of my eyes were snow white. Turns out my hemoglobin was at 3 (12-15 is normal). My platelets were 8 (of 145-450). The doctor informed me that an emergency blood transfusion and an emergency platelet transfusion were required to literally save my life. She could not understand how I was conscious or even talking.
If you're reading this, and you've been self-diagnosing, I want you to make an appointment because this is not a game. There are too many of us dying still young.I spent a week in the Intensive Care Unit. If I never heard the Holy Spirit, if I never knew what God has for me, he set me right on top of my purpose. He made me sit there and think about it. He said, "I'm entrusting you with a vision. But I can't even communicate with you because your temple is sick, and I cannot live in it." I think what we miss as visionaries and leaders is where the vision came from. We miss that in order for us to get to the level of success that God has planned for us, we have to take care of ourselves. God needs our temples to be in order. If you're reading this, and you've been self-diagnosing, I want you to make an appointment because this is not a game. There are too many of us dying still young.