Early morning. Not ready to start my day.
The alarm is about to go off. My head hurts. Rollover to sleep a little
more. Now the news is on. I know if I don’t get up now I’ll go back to
sleep and ruin my morning, lose my time with Brian. Little did I know I
may have ended my life. I stumbled to the bathroom. Reading a devotion
first thing has become a habit. December 4 shared verses carrying
God’s promise
to answer when we cry out to him. Off to the kitchen to get our coffee.
The alarm has now gone off. Brian is waiting for me to bring the
coffee.
Queasiness, shaky, headache, cold sweat.
I sit down. Feeling better I rise again. I’ll get the coffee and go sit
in bed. I should feel better soon. No, better sit down again. I wake up
on the kitchen floor and make my way onto the seat I had tried for a
moment ago. I sit with head in hands wondering, “What could this be?”,
“How could I get so sick so fast?” “This is the worst flu ever!” My
questions interrupted by the sound of a waking child. The sounds tell me
they are not feeling well either. It is far too early for them to be
awake. I begin to rise. No, I’d better let them wake their dad. It would
not be good for me to pass out again trying to help.
In the
bathroom I hear son and husband. My son feels like I do. I make my way
into the bathroom and sit on the floor. The eldest comes moaning and
stumbling. Crashing into the door frame.
Collapse. Now the youngest, into the bathroom. Collapse.
Oh God, what is this!
I grab the devotion from the counter and begin reading, wailing, crying
out as never before. “We need an answer, God!” “We need you, God!”
“What do we do? What is wrong?”
“You promised to answer as we cry out!”
Now even the dog is collapsed in our midst, all of us in our small bathroom.
Revelation comes.
“It’s carbon monoxide! Get out of the house!” Brian has received our answers.
Thank you, Lord.
I would have comforted my children to death, sitting and consoling
while we breathed in our death. Time for action. Grab sleeping bags, the
blankets off the bed. Out into the cold, only slightly sheltered,
windy, entry. Wrap the blankets around our three precious blessings. Dog
collapsed in their midst. He’ll help keep them warm. Into the house to
get clothes, open windows, shut off the boiler, read what to do. Back
comes the sickness.
We’re cold. We’re sick.
Our home is not safe.
Off to a friend’s warm fire. He’ll be up getting ready for work. We
know we need fresh air. Pure life giving, no more poison. We have no
insurance. Going to the emergency room is not happening if we only need
fresh air. “I’ll call my mom” our friend suggests. She’ll know what to
do.
“Call poison control.” her wise advice.
We have headaches and nausea. Feeling much better now.
Go to the hospital.
"You need treatment."
Back in the van.
Off to the hospital. They will be expecting us.
Oxygen masks, blood draws,
pregnancy test for me. A baby would suffer most from this poison.
Questions. Waiting. More questions. “You need hyperbaric treatment to
remove the poison.”
Poison it seems has a very strong hold. Only in a pure and pressurized enviornment can the blood be cleansed. No driving this time.
Ambulance ride.
Oxygen masks. Another doctor. Climb into a big steel air tank. Cushions
on the floor. No crayons, no pens, no watches. No children’s sized
masks. We make due. The staff serves us. Going down takes an hour.
Children learn to clear their ears. Brian ruptures something in his
sinus. Painful to increase the pressure. Waiting. We must stay down for 6
hours. Watching movies we can’t hear. Answering questions. Can we
focus? Can we think? Break from the masks. Back on again. Tired.
Thankful. Holding on masks. Holding our children. No real idea how close we were to holding them in heaven.
Coming back up goes better. “How did you get here?” “Did you call the fire department?”
“We woke up. We drove.”
That’s not possible.
Your oxygen level was so low you shouldn’t have even been able to wake
up. This after 2 hours is fresh air. For the first time I realize
I almost died. Almost lost my husband, my children. It’s too much to take in.
Friends are waiting.
Welcoming. Providing. Loving.
Dinner is ready. We will stay as long as we need to. Their hospitality
overwhelms me. We eat. We sleep. Another treatment tomorrow.
Why
this day, December 4? Normally I am home. This day, missed appointments.
I missed taking my children to ring the bell for Salvation Army. I
missed an appointment with my Pastor’s wife. Brian and I missed an
appointment with an investment counselor.
God saved us. Why?
Saved me! Why? How
do I live to make it worth His while? How do I make the most of my
second chance? Where do we go from here? Deeper into His love. Stronger
on His promises. Reflect more often.
Live a life of gratitude. I am here for a reason.
You are here for a reason. To know, love, and enjoy our Father God and bring Him glory.
Now
there are the bills. Lessons in resting in God’s provision. “He kept us
alive, He will pay the bill.” He has. He will continue.
We trust Him more. We aim to live with more purpose, more faith.
I
still need to be saved, cleansed. Saved from my self-centeredness.
Cleansed from my sin, my ungodly way of thinking. The salvation and
cleansing are mine.
Jesus did die. He lives so I may live.
He lives so you may live.
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