- 3 years ago
- Wedding: August 2014
On Monday afternoon, the week of Thanksgiving, my FI, John, called me to say he wasn’t feeling very well. When I got home that evening, he was coughing a lot but refused to go see a doctor. By 11:00 that night, he started having problems breathing and I frantically rushed him to the ER. He was having a full-blown asthma attack, and presenting signs of sepsis, a blood infection. The doctors worked on him throughout the night and were unable to open up his airways so they put him into a coma and intubated him.
His blood pressure was extremely high, his oxygen level kept dropping, his heart rate was way too high, he was running a fever and his kidneys stopped working properly. He had a blood infection and pneumonia. He began retaining all of the fluids that were being pumped into his body which started creating pressure against the right side of his heart. He was very, very sick.
The doctors and nurses worked so hard on him, adjusting the medications and trying to get his airway opened up so they could take him off the breathing tube. But by Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, it didn’t look like he was going to make it. I was living at the hospital, holding his hand and telling him to keep fighting, don’t give up, we had a wedding to plan. The pain of seeing him like that was almost unbearable, not only for me but for my three children who love him like a father. Seeing my seventeen year old son fall apart was heartbreaking.
So many people were praying for him, coming to visit him, telling him to keep fighting, that they love him and couldn’t wait to see us get married. The love surrounding me and my children was beautiful and amazing. People I hardly knew became family.
As the days went on, John continued to have problems. The doctors couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t responding properly to all of the medications they were pumping into his body.
Thanksgiving came and I sat alone by his side for hours while everyone celebrated the day with their families. It changed me. It made me realize how fragile life is and how quickly it can change. We had plans, dammit! We were supposed to go to my sister’s home. I had been looking forward to it for weeks! This wasn’t supposed to be happening! My sister drove two hours and took my children to her house which relieved some of the guilt I felt for neglecting them all week. Several friends came to the hospital that evening and brought me food and I was able to take comfort in their love.
At that point, the doctors decided to completely paralyze him so that he would allow the breathing tube to work for him because he continued to fight against it. His body didn’t react well to the drug they used and it created more problems. They were running out of options but didn’t give up. We flew his 16 year old daughter in from out of state hoping that hearing her voice would encourage him to continue to fight.
After remaining on life support for nine long days, the doctors started seeing some signs of improvement. We desperately clung to every little bit of hope and continued to ask for prayers. Hundreds of people continued to pray. And on the ninth day, he was taken off of the sedation and the life support…and he woke up! And he spoke! And he told me he loves me! He looked at his daughter and began to cry. It was the most amazing day of my life! I’ve never been so happy.
He came home to us a week later and we celebrated Christmas yesterday with a whole different perspective. Life is fragile. Life is unpredictable. Life is not about the things we own. Life is not about all the small things that we waste our time stressing over and worrying about. Its about the love we give and the memories we create. Its about telling the people you love how much they mean to you. Life is a celebration!!! And next year, we will celebrate! I’m not going to stress over the small details of planning our wedding. All I care about are the people we love being there with us on our special day.