How do I start to write about my husband laying in a cold hospital room on a medicated-coma? I guess, that’s how. Let me start over…
If you believe in the name of Christ, pray with us through these verses:
“Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him because he knows my name. When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.” Psalms 91:14-16
Claiming Jesus as his Savior is what Will does best. I am standing in the truth of God knowing He, the might miracle physician Christ, will deliver him through this battle. God will protect William because he knows His name. William calls onto Him and He, God, answers. He’s been with us always, trouble or not. I know God will rescue and William will honor his name. That’s why we’re praying this verse for my husband.
My prayer is that he’s restored in a miraculous way and for those, who don’t know the Lord and believe that Christ died so we can be saved, will see Christ’s miraculous power. He is our healer, our physician, our counselor, and comforter.
The 911 call this morning did not shock God. He was not moved off His throne when this happened. He was the calm in my storm. We choose to honor God with our lives, to testify to His name because he is the giver of life. I’ve sat today many times and in my heart asked the Lord, what his plan is. Why does William need to suffer? Who out there needs to see that Christ is real in order for my husband to be healed?
Thank you to our families, friends, nurses, and doctors who have covered us in a blanket of love, prayer, fellowship, and laughter in the waiting room. Feel free to send my your prayer requests; I find myself on my knees and little bit more right now.
How this all happened:
At about 8pm last night, 5-1-11, Will asked me to turn the lights off because he had a headache. We continued to chit chat and watched the news about Bin Laden (thank you, Jesus!).
Midnight, he awoke and started throwing up. I asked him if he was ok, and he said “yes, I’m fine.”
From midnight to 5am, he continued to throw up, and moaned like he was crying in pain. That’s when I started asking him if he had the stomach flu. Felt his head, hot as the sun. Tried to take him temp and get him up to go to the doctor. He was completed disillusioned and couldn’t speak. You could see from his eyes that he didn’t know who I was. Called his Dad and the same thing happened, he couldn’t focus or respond to his Dad. Then we called 911.
Ambulance was there within a couple minutes and they took him to Osborn Hospital. (I’ve never been more thankful for living one minute away from the hospital).
After the numerous tests, we discovered he has bacterial menangitus which resulted from an undiagnosed sinus infection. The infection became so bad, his brain was becoming attacked. The infection itself is, from what the doctors said, is the worst infection he could have gotten. Which has also produced swelling in his brain.
We are hoping and praying the drugs will remove the infection which will reduce the swelling to his brain. We are praying for a miracle. We are praying for no damaging side effects.
Please understand, my main priorities right now and if I can’t speak to you personally, I’m sorry. I’m truly thankful for you and your love. It’s my hope that you know Christ as your Savior. Because, if this happened to you, how do you respond? I say that with immense love.
*Thank you for the text messages and bible verses, they are a huge encouragement to me. Please sign your name at the end of the text because I’ve received many and I don’t know who they’re from.
Visitors are now welcome. We’re at Osborn Hospital, ICU, 2nd floor. Please restrain from coming if you’re the slighest ill.