The Whole Story

Jesus said, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!”  – Luke 8:48, MSG

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Being sick not only hurts, it is just plain expensive. Here are a few of the items we’re told we need to buy to help treat Amy’s symptoms:

  • Compression tights: $75 (each)

  • A nighttime compression sleeve:  $1400

  • Infrared sauna: $2200

  • Electric compression boot: $7000

  • Surgery in Germany: $10,000 (?)

The kicker is that our insurance company won’t cover most of these expenses because they’re not very familiar with Lipedema. A sauna must just for Amy to relax in, right? And surgery could only be for cosmetic reasons, of course. While Lipedema is widespread in Germany and England (and covered by the healthcare system there), we have found American doctors and insurance companies to be woefully naïve about Lipedema. It’s tough and frustrating position, as a patient, to try and explain your disease to those who are supposed to be helping you.

It reminds me of the day Jesus arrived to a small town gripped in a panic. Jairus, a leader in town, pleaded with Jesus to come to his home because his twelve-year-old daughter, his only child, was dying. Jesus went with him, along with the pushing, jostling crowd. You can imagine the noise and chaos as the villagers squeezed through the narrow city streets towards the dying girl—hurrying to get there before she died.

In the crowd that day there happened to be a woman who had had a bleeding problem for twelve years. She bled for days, which was to be expected. But the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months turned into years of bleeding. As a result, she had become an outcast, weak, and untouchable. Her medical condition was embarrassing and was not understood by the medical profession. She had no health insurance, and had spent every penny she had on medicine, doctors, and chasing every remedy they suggested.

But nothing worked. She just kept bleeding and bleeding.

Somehow, she worked her way through the crowd that day and touched the edge of Jesus’ robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped and Jesus wheeled around and asked, “Who touched me?!”

I’m sure the woman felt so incredibly awkward. She hadn’t planned that Jesus would be able to feel power being discharged from Him! When it seemed that Jesus wasn’t going to let it go and move on, the woman had no choice but to sheepishly kneel at Jesus’ feet. Shaking with fear, she told Jesus her whole story: how the bleeding started, all the doctors she went to visit, and how she spent all she had on medical bills.

Amazingly, Jesus listened to every word. Even in the midst of a crisis situation in which a middle school girl lay dying, Jesus stopped to hear her whole story because he had great compassion for her. Finally He said, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed!”

I take great comfort, on days like today, in knowing that these denied insurance claims and the cost of compression sleeves (how do the people who sell these sleep at night?!) are not lost on Him. He is with us every day—and though the journey is not easy—we are certainly not alone! His promise is sure: “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you."  - Hebrews 13:5

And of course, I’m also comforted to know that when the woman took a risk by trusting in Jesus, He healed her. I long for the day He heals Amy as well.

We want to thank, from the bottom of our hearts, each of you who have joined us in prayer for Amy. We love you and are so grateful for your support.

Rick Mumford