Three years ago I walked in the door a little after six in the morning having just been at the gym trying to get in shape for my brothers wedding. My husband met me at the door and said my mother had called from Florida and something was wrong with my dad. I called my mom back and she said he woke up in the middle of the night complaining of a headache so they called an ambulance and took him to the hospital.
After a cat scan they discovered that he had a subdural hematoma (bleeding on the brain) and if he survived the first 24 hours the chance that he would recover greatly increased. By the end of the day my sister, brothers, and I were all in West Palm Beach.
He survived the first 24 hours and eventually was moved out of ICU to a private room. His doctor came in the room and said that my dad shouldn't be alive, that it was a miracle.
It really sunk in today when I read in the paper that actress Natasha Richardson died of a similar injury. I can't believe how fortunate we are that my dad is doing so well after such a trauma. I think it's a true testament to his faith, the power of prayer, and good clean living!
my first advent calendar!
5 years ago
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