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Thanksgiving Eve '98

visioncgbc | November 21, 2007 08:09

This is yet another day of an emergency room visit several years back.

It was the day before Thanksgiving 1998. Mark and I had been married 1 and 1/2 yr. I think I still grasped very tightly to the romantacized idea of life and happiness at that time. I'm not talking about romance between a man and woman, I'm talking about marshmallow cloud puffs of constant happiness that at times we believe are attainable. Mark had decided to call in sick on that day so that he could stay home with the kids who were out of school that day. Meagan and Adam were 9 and 10. No Chloe yet. I had bragged that our day-after-Thanksgiving shopping COULD NOT include any kids, it was gonna be all adult and fun, fun fun. I can't remember if we were having Mark's family to our house for mine and Gretel's birthday, or if I was taking food to their house for Thanksgiving, but for some reason I had went to Sam's Club (of all stupid things) to buy appetizers and things that Mark's family doesn't even really care for. I spent money we didn't have, and came home with sort of a defense mechanism up in the form of a bad attitude. I was ready to defend and explain why in fact we did need those brocolli and cheese quiche even if nobody liked them. Mark definitely seemed wierd, so I assumed he was upset. I mean, he didn't even get up off the couch. How rude!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well at some point he told me that he'd been having some stomach issues, all day. I went into panic mode because he refused. Then it started. He would get up, pass out, then get up and say he was fine. This happened on and off for about 4 hours. He finally agreed to let me take him to the ER. He didn't have a Dr. I called my mom and told her I had to bring our kids over. When he and I got to the hospital he passed out and I couldn't get him up. I ran into the ER and screamed I needed someone to help me that my husband was in the parking lot passed out. They got a wheelchair ready to push. The door opened. It was Mark as white as a sheet of paper. They pushed the chair up under him and he passed out again. I become totally hysterical. I didn't know what to do. I waited for probably 20 min. even though it seemed like a hundred years. I went to the desk and began to "loose it". They took me to another room, and I called my mom and then my in-laws who came immediately. My father-in-law was having a dream when the phone rang that was sort of in line with what was actually happening. The funny thing is I was begging to get to Mark and he was telling them, don't let her back here, she can't handle it. When I finally got back there I was crying and scared and Mark was very sick. I didn't sleep any that night. Thanksgiving day was spent doing test that showed nothing. I didn't anything that day. Just drank coffee. Mark's blood level was close to what could kill a person, but they didn't know why. He got a blood tranfusion, frozen plasma, and vitiamin k. After the test didn't show anything, and he seemed better, they decided they would send him home. It seemed wrong because we didn't know why this happened. We didn't have to worry about it, he started loosing blood again. We knew that this was life-threatening. A Dr. called me on the phone and said his only option was exploritory emergency surgery. He was prepped and a ton of people from family to friends were at the hospital. Two feet of his inestine were removed in which they found a bleeding ulcer. He was in the hospital 10 days total, and lost so much weight that he looked terrible. But the fact of the matter is that he had a brush with death. So as I'm thinking of everyting God has done for me lately, I want to stop and remember what the Lord has done. Through past miracles and most importantly His death.

I have two prayer requests:

1. Richard Myers' mother is having heart problems that are most likely terminal without a transplant.

2. Ashley Dye's mother is still in the hospital.

Have a truly blessed day.

Proberbs 21:31 do your best prepare, prepare for the worst-then trust God to bring victory.