This has been a difficult blog to write because I didn't know how to begin or where to end. Also, the in
between stuff isn't too pleasant.
We left WYNDHAM SMOKY MOUNTAINS and headed to visit family in Missouri and Indiana (Marching Band and Volleyball). Thirty days passed quickly and we found ourselves headed to WYNDHAM MOUNTAIN VISTA in Branson for a family Thanksgiving.
However, after arriving at my son's in the Springfield, Missouri, I found myself completely worn out with a nagging knot in my stomach (November 4). I lost all desire to eat and began a weight plunge that would ultimately reach 29 pounds. A trip to a clinic (November10) indicated that I most likely had diverticulitis and I was given a
prescription. They also did a Covid test. That test came back positive (November 15). My condition rapidly deteriorated and two days later (November 17) I was taken to the hospital.
For the next four days they fought for my life. I don't remember much about the next two days but what I do remember is chilling.....literally!
I remember being moved to another room where, through my brain fog, I heard this conversation.
Lab Tech: "I have to finish this blood draw."
Dr. "If I don't get his temperature down immediately, no one will care about your blood work because he will be dead!" (it was approaching 106 I have been told)
The next thing I remember was waking up in a cooling (under statement) blanket. It felt like I had been frozen into an ice burg. The next few hours were not pleasant.
The diagnosis was Covid with double pneumonia.
On November 24th I was discharged and Sherry was admitted. Her case was not as severe and she was out in four days. We both had the remdesiver treatment.
The good news is, so far, we are recovering nicely and hope to be able to keep our date at WYNDHAM RIVERSIDE SUITES in San Antonio on January 2, 2021.
RREFLECTIONS
So there you have it. There were times in the hospital when my will to live faltered. I know my eternal destination, so death dosen't scare me. But I vividly remember the moment, in that darkened hospital room, when I cried out, several times; "I want to live!" There was no one else to hear the proclamation but I felt strongly that it must be verbalized.
I understand that for the Christ follower the best is yet to come, that death is not a period but a comma, but I still have much to see and do. Be safe, wear a mask, social distance, wash your hands, and get vaccinated. Enjoy each day as a gift.
(photo taken last week)
