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.”
In the last few days, I have seen people taking advantage of an opportunity to take a nap in several venues. At the airport while picking up my daughter, I almost tripped over a man lying in the middle of the baggage claim area taking a nap. He was stretched out on the carpeted area with his sunglasses on, using his backpack as a pillow. He had headphones in his ears to drown out the noise. I thought to myself, how on earth is he managing to get some sleep with all of this commotion going on. I guessed he had a major layover, with nowhere to go.
Then on Sunday morning, I saw a few people taking a nap during the worship service. It's tough for me to take a nap lying down, so I always wondered how people fall asleep in church sitting straight up. Maybe they are on medication, stayed up too late the night before, or just choose to sleep rather than enjoying the spirit filled services. I had a pastor once who would ask the person seated next to the sleeper to wake them up. It cured a few people of sleeping in church.
We arrived home from church, changed into our comfy clothes and polished off a delicious dinner. My husband went into the mancave and decided to watch a western. It looked like the perfect opportunity for me to take a cat nap. I fell off for a few minutes, but became disappointed that I couldn't get the same nap my husband was getting once he fell asleep during the movie. I found myself jealous that he was enjoying such as peaceful sleep and I wasn't able to. Frustrated, I finally gave up and went to the grocery store to pick up groceries in preparation for the snowstorm. Did anyone else have trouble finding bread?
Today, the second biggest snowstorm of the year came and my place of employment closed for a snow day. Wanting to take advantage of the quiet time, I got up early, got some work done and felt accomplished that I did not waste the day away. Right after lunch, I felt the urge coming on. Sleep was ready to take over. I got my favorite blanket, turned off all of the noise in the room and guess what? I got a nap! It was a short one, but much appreciated. What a pleasure to sleep for just a brief period in the middle of the day. Now I know why they take siestas in Mexico. I'm going to try it again sometime, maybe you should do the same.
The topic of conversation at work today centered around the winter storm that is headed our way later this week. This blistery storm is supposed to be so rough that it even has a name. Who every heard of a winter storm having a name? Can't say that I have. I thought only hurricanes had a name attached to them. Q, as it is called is supposed to wreak havoc all across the nation as it starts on the west coast and heads east. Predictions are changing by the hour, but I have heard we could get 6-12 inches of snow and some sleet and freezing rain.
Truth is the storm arrived at our house on saturday, when our children lost their grandmother to cancer. The storm continued as a friend lost her son and dear friend and church member lost his father. The eye of the storm hit when we had to take our son to the hospital for a three day stay. It's been a tough week, but God is able. Somehow, we knew a storm was going to brew because we were on top of the mountain last week and God was doing marvelous things in our lives and the lives of those who are dear to us.
Going thru storms causes us to remember and be thankful for the calm that was present prior to the winds and the rain. The blessing is that eventually peace will be restored. Some permanent damage may result, but the temptest will end. Psalm 107:29 says, "He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Because of our great challenges this week we are looking for the storm to do what it has to do and then be on its way. In the meantime, we will keep thanking God for his divine protection during the downpour.
Janice R Love, Author
First Lady, Mom, Stepmom and Divorce Ministry Coach