Preface to say God is good and He is our healer.
My grandfather is sick. He’s lost a lot of weight and is in a lot of pain and has lost an incredible amount of weight. He’s being treated and evaluated and my mom as his only daughter needed to go be with him. I worked out coverage at work for my parents to go be with him. When my mom has to go attend to family affairs in Maryland my dad works with our cousin and his HVAC company. This is common.
My grandfather had an appointment on Tuesday to establish a plan and clarify his care plan. My dad went to work with our cousin like normal. I got a text from my mom giving me an update on the appointment.
I’m on spring break and offered to make and bring a meal to a friend that recently had surgery. I got off work and took Amanda to Walmart to buy ingredients. As I’m getting in line I have two missed calls…one from Brad and one from my mom. Immediate reaction is Brad gets home from work wondering where I am and mom checking in after PopPop’s appointment and missing me and the girls wanting to chat.
I call Brad and he asks if I have talked to my mom. I’m annoyed and tell him I called him first because he is my husband and I’ll call her next? He says ok well there’s been an accident….stomach drop. Ok? Brad tells me my dad has been in a very bad accident and my mom is on the way to shock trauma…
Shock trauma is not something that means anything to our southern friends or family but shock trauma to Maryland means life or death. I tried not to hang up on him but I might have.
I called my mom and she answered…oh my God what is going on?! She explains Dad was on a ladder and fell off and hit concrete face first from about 9/10 feet. He’s on his way to shock trauma and she was stuck in Baltimore traffic…she’s not there and has no info….ok mom keep me posted.
I am a wreck buying groceries. Amanda sees my tears but asks why I am sniffling….ignore. Grandpa is our hero, I tell her nothing but I am broken. We’re headed down 42 and a family friend calls….oh my God please explain what is happening?! I do my best, AJ over hears and cries…Mommy I am sad. I pull in to the driveway and am greeted by a heartbroken 9 year old “Mommy, it’s going to be okay”, husband tries to comfort….all I can imagine is my dad hitting concrete face first from 9ft high and feeling wrecked. I text my brother I love you and occupy our time making dessert for my friend.
My bro says he is waiting to hear before we pull the trigger to go to MD. ER doc tells my mom the kids don’t need to jump in the car, he’s ok…we’re waiting for cat scan results.
Mom calls, she loses her signal in the deck…my brother calls….results are back…dad has a skull fracture, 3 brain bleeds, fractured eye socket, fractured cheek bone, broken clavicle, punctured lung, lacerated kidney and bruised kidney. 7 broken (shattered) ribs. Life changes.
My brother gets in the car to come here…I call my boss and pack bags. We leave for Maryland. My brother gets a speeding ticket in Emporia, I keep my precious nephew occupied, we arrive and drive to Baltimore to be there for mom. Dad is WRECKED, but he knows us.
Thus begins our journey. Neuro checks every hour…he begins to memorize his responses. He’s asleep but listening…Joe are you in a library? Yup. Joe where are you? Wakemed. Joe why are you here? My daughter in law is having a baby. He hears the conversation around him and responds as a result. He is so confused.
He knows us, but nothing else.
I don’t know what changed except to say the fervent and intense prayers on his behalf changed and healed him. He was in immense pain, he was confused, he was depressed…”what are they going to do with me? I’m a wreck, I’m tore up”. They changed his bed sheets, mom and I held his hands on either side….
He peeks his eyes “so is this what we’re going to do? Stare at me?” Oh my GOD! He is coming back.
There’s so much more to this crazy story but all I can say is dad is himself. His body is healing. He has been to hell and returned to be here with us and he’s making real strides and I can’t explain it except God’s miraculous hand. He chose for himself not to be operated on despite his pain, even the nurse can’t find any notes in his chart that surgery was ever the plan. His pain regiment is NORMAL now after intense therapy.
We need his lung to heal to remove his chest tube, his pain is manageable for his broken ribs. He can come home to NC without having to go to rehab. We are a week in to this hell and we have HOPE. Our faith validated. Our man is coming home mentally stable with hope of restoration of his body. His road of recovery is long by medical expectations but as believers it is non existent…his body is being healed daily! Thank you all for your “hem of his cloak” healing prayers. Please continue prayers of healing out of your mustard seed belief!