There are times in life where time stands still and nothing else matters. For some it comes in times of adversity, sorrow or illness. When we hear the words, cancer, heart attack or stroke, we are willing to do almost anything for our loved ones. About a week ago, my baby sister was faced with such a dilemma. On Friday, her and her husband loaded up the car, left Fort Worth Texas, heading to Kingsville, TX to take their youngest son to college. They were excited that the last pea in the pod was finally heading off to college.
About an hour before they left, her husband had complained of feeling slightly dizzy, but after a quick trip to the restroom, he felt well enough to drive. Off they went on the trip they had been planning for months. As they were enjoying their 7 hour drive, they discussed their plans to arrive in town, check in the hotel, do some dormitory shopping on Saturday, and prepare to help their son move into his room at noon on Sunday. About halfway there, they stopped at a gas station to fill up and grab a quick bite to eat. When her husband got out of the car, the world began spinning around him. To his surprise and hers, he was so dizzy her could barely walk. Although he had been driving the entire time, he was now staggering like he was intoxicated and could barely walk. My sister took over the wheel and resumed their ride to Kingsville.
After about ten minutes in the car, the dizziness turned to nausea and vomiting and as a result they had to pull over at least ten times during the remainder of their drive. As they got closer, he got worse and worse until he was totally unable to walk a straight line without tipping over or vomiting. My sister, who is a nurse, was extremely worried. When she could no longer hold him up and was concerned that he was becoming dehydrated, she had no choice but to call 911 after arriving at their hotel. The ambulance came immediately and took him to the local community hospital.
My hubby and I were watching a movie around 11:30 p.m. when the call came in from my sister who was following the ambulance to the hospital. I stayed with her on the phone until they arrived. Having worked in the emergency room before, she knew it would be a long night, but she promised to keep us posted. My husband and I immediately began praying for them as did my other sisters. I stayed up as long as I could waiting to hear back from her, but didn’t hear anything until early the next morning.
Even after being checked in to a room, he was still experiencing the same symptoms and all of the tests that the small hospital could run all came back negative. As far as they could tell he had not had a stroke, but there was concern of a possible brain bleed. However, they needed a Neurologist and an MRI to make a real diagnosis. The MRI was available, but there wasn’t a Neurologist in the area. There were two hospitals in Corpus Christi, which was roughly 30 minutes away, but one hospital was full and the other would have to use Tele-med in order for the Neurologist to try and diagnose what was causing his problem. As my sister was trying to figure out what to do, all she kept thinking was “If I can just get him back to my hospital at home they can figure out what is going on.” As the hours ticked by, she became more and more concerned that if they didn’t figure out what was going on real soon, he could experience permanent damage to his body and perhaps his brain. As she weighed the options we continued to pray at home.
A few hours later she called with some hope. She had taken a leap of faith and contacted a trusted peer she had worked with over the years. As a cardiology nurse, my sister had seen several similar emergencies with heart patients. The lady she contacted just happened to be the supervisor at “Life Flight”. Even though the lady was on vacation, she informed my sister that she would do everything possible to help them to get her husband back to Fort Worth. She called my sister back and informed her that the plane was out for scheduled service and did not know if the plane could be available before 2:00 p.m. My sister continued to weigh the options just in case plan A did not come to fruition. In the meantime we continued to pray and began to ask others to pray for the situation.
Several more hours went be before I got a text on my phone that simply stated “We got the plane.” The lady had come through or should I say God came through and used the lady to be a blessing to my sister and her husband. I happened to be a repast dinner when I got the news and my sisters in Christ celebrated with me especially when the picture of the airplane appeared on my phone. Wow, look at God” was all we could say.
This story actually has a good ending. My brother in law was flown by plane, then helicopter back to Fort Worth and they continued to run tests. Turns out he experienced severe vertigo due to a viral infection. He is now doing outpatient rehab and should recover fully soon. My sister managed to get their college bound son checked into the dormitory and she and her older son took another adventure to pick up the car they had to leave in Kingsville.
As my three sisters and I sent over 100 texts over the course of five days, the constant theme that appeared over and over was “Miracles do Happen.” My baby sister had managed to get a plane to pick up her husband. My oldest sister had figured out how to do research on her new i-phone and send us a link describing his diagnosis, (trust me, this is huge), and my middle sister had managed to alert thousands of people via Facebook to pray for our brother in law. For me, I couldn’t figure out what to blog about this week, but when I got the last text on Thursday night from my baby sis indicating that they were finally all home safely, I had my answer.
So perhaps you need a miracle in your own life. Maybe it’s physical, financial, emotional or spiritual. Maybe it’s for you or maybe for a loved one. Whatever you do, don’t give up because, “Yes, miracles do happen.”
Janice R Love, Author
First Lady, Mom, Stepmom and Divorce Ministry Coach