Summary: A personal story of great heartache and pain - overcome by the Love of Jesus
Through out the last thirty-five years I have walked with the Savior one lesson continues to prove itself day by day - the more I learn about Jesus, I discover how little I really know and how much more I NEED to know! It never ceases to amaze me that every time I think I have reached a pinnacle of success in my faith walk or I can now relax a little, something comes along and reminds me how much I still have yet to learn!
This past year has really been rough. The previous year had left us reeling from the financial effects of the stock market crash and a frivolous lawsuit that took way too much time and money defending ourselves. So, we were kind of hoping that things would just have to get better.
In November of the previous year my wife was the victim of a malicious virus that lasted two months. Most people would have gotten through it without any major concerns but my wife has kidney problems as a result of the disease known as Lupus. Twenty-five years earlier she was given 7 years to live and miraculously, to the amazement of the specialists, her kidneys held out. But this virus took a heavy toll and both kidneys failed. She became very sick right after Christmas and went to the hospital immediately to start dialysis. Currently she has to go through 5 peritoneal dialysis sessions a day, 7 days a week. Needless to say it has totally changed the way we live permeating every minute detail of our day-to-day existence.
During those first months of the year I had some physical problems that greatly concerned me for fear that cancer had returned after beating it over 15 years previously. It took weeks and weeks of testing and finally a surgery date was set for mid May. I ultimately had the surgery and was given a clean bill of health.
In between all the testing and doctor visits for the both of us I got into a car accident. I was unharmed but my pristine 21-year-old Italian sports car was totaled. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my daughter’s life was threatened by a stalker and we lived under that threat for months.
In May my father was the victim of a terrible accident. My Mom and Dad were visiting friends who lived a few hundred miles from their home in Medford, Oregon. My Dad had gone out into the garage to get something out of the car and bring it back into the house. There were three doors in a row to choose from, one led to a bathroom, another into a downstairs basement and the last back into the house that was full of laughter, warmth and love. He somehow chose the door that led into the basement. He stepped into the doorway as he opened the door and immediately lost his footing due to the first step starting just below the doorsill. It was very dark and he tried desperately to grab onto something to stop his fall but the stairs had no arm rail. He fell head first onto the concrete floor below.
He was flown by Life Flight to a Trauma Hospital 200 miles away. He remained on life support for a few weeks but just a few days before Father’s Day he lost his valiant struggle to regain consciousness and past on into the next life. He taught me the true meaning of commitment and what it means to be a father, a husband and a provider, not just in words alone but also by how he lived. Words can’t express how greatly he will be missed.
A month or so later my wife had to have an operation to try and create a good artery for use as a back-up vessel in the event of needing emergency hemodialysis. They opened up her right arm from elbow to wrist and moved a large “good” vessel underneath her arm to the top of her arm, which left a Frankensteinish scar.
The “new” vessel stopped working after a couple days.
Because the dialysis pulls both toxins and nutrients out of the body, my wife has had nerve problems and muscle control problems. Her eyes cross unexpectantly so she can’t see at times, which makes driving very interesting! So, they give her different drugs which cause many side effects, one of which caused what appeared to be a stroke accompanied by mental disorientation and sheer terror, similar to what I have seen with Alzheimer patients I have worked with.
The day that happened I received a call from my wife who was extremely upset and almost incoherent. I could sense the terror in her frightened voice. I rushed out of the office pretty shook up. The last time I felt that way was years ago when the hospital called me where my wife was in intensive care and told me to get over there right away as they didn’t think she was going to make it.