My Angels Can Drive

By Dr. "P.J." McPhee

This book is birthed because of the incredible power of God's protection. As I was driving to the pharmacy for a prescription that was ordered earlier that day for me, I began to feel very ill again. I knew I was about to pass out, and all I remember is that I was praying to make it to safety.

Upon waking up, with family members surrounding me, it was obvious that I had suffered a stroke. After careful consideration from listening to how things had transpired, I had come to the conclusion that my angel can drive.

You see, my car left my home miles away from my sister's home, drove right into her house, and they were able to get me the medical attention I needed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685709396

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My Angels Can Drive

Dr. P.J. McPhee

Copyright © 2022 by Dr. P.J. McPhee

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Table of Contents

Blood Transfusion: Rapid Response

Scars Have Their Own Story

Street Called Touch

Facing My Mountain

The Nurse Goliath

Whole Armor of God: In God’s Army

No Test, No Testimony

Healthy Recipes

Street Called Rejection

Knowing Your Worth

Street Called Straight

Broken 2B Blessed: Chief Architect

Voice of Truth

Trusting Even in Our Darkness

Street Called Restoration

True Surrendering: Selfish People Can’t Pull It Off

Prayer Still Works

Angelic Intervention

My Angel Can Drive is a collection of memories, experiences, heartaches, travesties, disappointments, many tears, blessings, and what appeared to be curses. But through prayer and supplication, I’m privy to be able to pen my testimony as well as dedicate this book of survival for hurting and discouraged individuals everywhere. I would not have been capable of doing so without the support and encouragement of so many of my family and friends. So with gratitude and appreciation, this book is because of you.

Blood Transfusion: Rapid Response

Code blue, code blue. Rapid response, rapid response. She is not responding. We must get her to ICU right away! Well, these are some of the words I was hearing all around me as the hospital room filled up with nurses and physicians, and I began saying to myself, I know they can’t be talking about me.

Before we go any further, let me start by giving you a little history about myself, which brought us to that particular day. I previously wrote a book entitled I Almost Gave Up, which shared several stories of my life; and I would highly recommend you reading that book first because it sets the tone for this book. At the end of that book, I already had twenty-two surgeries and/or procedures on several parts of my body, but as of this date (as I begin this continued episode of my life), I have just had surgery number thirty-six. Yes, you heard me right—surgery number thirty-six.

Earlier, I also had issues with my right knee and was informed I needed a total knee replacement, so with some reservations, I contacted a physician and had the surgery on my knee. I was told the operation was successful, and that the recovery would be great. Just after a few weeks, I began again having a considerable amount of pain and suffering, and I went back to the surgeon. After several visits back and forth to this doctor, he was confused as to why I wasn’t getting any relief because of course, he was this prominent physician, and he just knew he had done a great job. He started suggesting things he could do (without any self-confidence), so it became apparent to me that I needed to consult another physician.

Through my insurance, I found another renowned physician that informed me that the prosthesis that was formerly put in was too large. His exact words were: This thing is huge. So now we have a new physician saying it was the wrong size, and the old physician saying it may have been a tad bit oversized, but he thought at this point, it didn’t really matter, and that he didn’t think that was the problem. As a result, I decided to have another second opinion because I certainly, at this point, don’t have a clue as to who’s right and who’s wrong. Well, this second opinion rendered the same belief as the new physician—that the prosthesis was oversized. Therefore, of course, I had to have a revision in hopes that this new physician would get it right.

After this correction surgery, sadly to report, I continued to have problems with this procedure/recovery as well. Many months and months went by with the pain and agony, with me praying to God for some relief. So the physician informed me that he thought that it was just scar tissue and some other minor concerns, and that all he had to do was a slight clean-up around the scars and that things should speed up the healing process.

Then, here we are again, after the third knee surgery and everything appears to be okay and I’m being discharged from the hospital, this is where this story begins. The physician gave me my discharge instructions in regard to physical therapy and the aftercare plan and assured me this surgery was a success. I was sitting on the hospital bed having lunch while waiting to be discharged when the nurse came in and informed me that my labs indicated I needed some blood, and that the doctor ordered a blood transfusion before I could leave and go home. I was a little distraught about the delay, but what could I do? While sitting, eating my lunch, and having a conversation with my husband, Willis, I noticed the nurse memorizing numbers off my hospital bracelet and then walking to input into his computer. Me being me, I asked him how he could remember all the numbers, and I reminded him that it was imperative for him to have those numbers correct. He assured me that he does this type of thing all the time, and that he was good with numbers and for me not to worry because it was fine. So the nurse comes back into the room with blood and begins the blood transfusion.

This is where the rubber meets the road. I begin to feel dizzy and weak as I actually sense the life leaving out of me. I told Willis, who is also sitting there waiting for me to be discharged from the hospital, that something is wrong. I began to feel faint (as to be losing consciousness) as I mumbled for help. The nurse observed my discomfort and became panicky also. Before I knew it, this is where the introit of this book begins. I hear code blue and rapid response repeatedly when I notice there are several nurses, physicians, etc. crowded in the room, bringing in equipment, snatching off my clothes, hooking me up to monitors, and so forth. I see them pushing Willis out of the room, and my vision is becoming foggy, and I feel myself literally dying.

Still in a daze, my mind goes back to just a few minutes earlier. I had a conversation with my mom and children and shared with them that I was on my way home from the hospital and would see them shortly. How can Willis call my parents and tell them I was dead? How can he tell our daughters I was dead? How can I get my business in order now that I’m dead? But most of all, God, how can I be dying so quickly? I immediately began to pray. I won’t pretend to tell you that I remember everything I said to God at that moment because I would not be telling the truth. But I do remember continuously saying Lord have mercy and the blood of Jesus.

There was someone standing behind me with a cold compress on my neck, comforting me, repeating everything I was saying: Lord please have mercy and the blood of Jesus. It was a female, and I never got the chance to know who she was, never saw her face, but up until this day, I truly believe she was an angel sent by God to comfort me. I was in another place in my mind and spirit. I remember seeing heavenly figures dancing around the room and hearing the most delightful music, but in the background, I could vaguely still hear the commotion that was in the room too. It’s like I was having an out-of-body experience and watching as they were feverishly working on me and continuing to say, She is not responding. I heard them say, We have to get her to ICU right away, but then someone else said, No we can’t move her yet. We have two minutes for something, which I didn’t understand at the time, but it was apparent they couldn’t move me before the two minutes were up.

But that young lady, that angel, was repeatedly saying the blood of Jesus as I was fading away. A physician shouted, Stop that blood. We have to get that blood out of her. I don’t remember much more about the incident, but I do remember that day seeing the face of God. I had seen him before when I was a child, about three or four years old (walking inside our church at that time, Greater Faith), being carried by my dad, but I saw God in a new light that day. I heard angels and saw beautiful bright lights and a sweet-smelling atmosphere of ginger I think it was. Even though it was so overwhelming and alluring, I kept saying it’s just not my time to die! Someone opened the door to enter into the room, and I could see Willis outside peeping in the door looking so downhearted. I was reaching out to him in my mind, but I could not lift my arms or speak at all as I continued to hear that nurse, that angel comforting me.

After I finally woke up in ICU, I do remember thinking at that moment when I saw Christ—all those questions and concerns I had about the cares of this world didn’t matter anymore. The anxiety, the fears, and the loss seemed so unimportant, and the feeling of being with Christ made you almost want to go back to that place. But then, reality sets in, and the realization of the matter was he gave you another chance to get your life in order. Even though they had accidentally given me the wrong blood that day, because I was covered with the right blood—the blood of Jesus and his righteousness, I’m here today to testify of his amazing grace. What a wonderful blessing to know that his blood still works and will never, ever lose its power.

I stayed in ICU for two days, then in the PCU for an additional three days, a regular hospital room for an additional week, and then allowed to go home.