The Breath of Truth

It was the 8th of October, a Friday morning when I woke up and realized I was having much difficulty breathing. I came downstairs with the intentions of getting ready for work and soon realized each breath I took was supplying less and less oxygen as my body steadily became weaker with each inhale I took.
It did not take long to realize that work would not be my destination that morning. I asked my husband Pete to take me to the walk in clinic. On arrival I could feel my heart begin to race and it wasn’t about to slow up any time soon. What I suspected was possible pneumonia quickly announced itself as a heart issue. I was told that I needed to be transported to the closest hospital to address my racing heart immediately or I could die.
Off to the emergency room I went in an ambulance by myself as no family members were allowed due to Covid…not even my husband who drove by himself and was made to wait outside of the hospital. The rest of my family members joined him in the wait of the fate of my life. As I continued to struggle through numerous questions and tests it appeared that the most important priority was a Covid test which I had avoided getting for the past year and a half. Without this test I couldn’t have any family member see me and would be quarantined whether I had Covid or not. A few hours later my heart was out of its tachycardia race and I prayed in the emergency room bed as this team of doctors walked in my room. They proceeded to call my family on the phone as they continued to wait outside of the hospital in sheer panic not knowing my status and if I was going to live.

The phone was dialed and the news poured out to my family. I caught bits and pieces of the conversation. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the news came rolling out faster than I could process. I heard left lung, size 7 mass and 2 blood clots with other words that I was unable to make sense of at the time. At this point I could not fathom being apart from my family at a time like this yet here I was alone and more scared than I have ever been in my life. At this moment I realized that I did not have any control over any part of my life and no say over who could or could not be a participating member of my life at that time. My life would never be the same again from this moment on.


3 thoughts on “The Breath of Truth”

    1. Thank you Bonnie. The same applies for your family. We will overcome these tough times and in the end we will follow God’s plan as that is how it is meant to be. Thank you so much for all of your support. I love you good friend.

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