It never ceases to amaze me the power GOD has. When we surrender "THY WILL BE DONE", no matter how bad the situation or how heavy the load - HE whispers peace to calm us and allow us the room to breathe. I just want to give HIM thanks and praise for always being there for me and my family during these difficult times.
My dad had undergone a vascular arterial bypass surgery on Sept 11th. It was a suppose to be a maximum two hour surgery that extended to over 11 hours. There were many complications starting with a ruptured spleen which necessitate removing of the spleen and transfusion. We didn't get to see him for another two hours after this surgery and when we finally did, he did not look good. My sisters and I shielded my mom from it afraid that she would not be able to handle his state. For the first two days, my dad was put to deep sleep to allow him to recover from this long surgery. They started to decrease the medication to put him to sleep on the third day. I was with him during these times. He came around, although a bit confused and weak but I was happy to see him talking again. I felt that he was on his way to recovering and we were all happy. But twelve hours after they had transferred him from ICU to standard room, he spiked a fever, his white blood count was very high and an emergency surgery had to be done.
The second surgery extended to four hours, he had sepsis poisoning they said. Brought on by a dying intestine that they had to remove. They started flushing him with many antibiotics to stunt the sepsis poisoning. His belly is left open because of the swelling. I had just came home from staying the night before this second surgery. My mom was also sent home accompanied by one of my sisters to give her time to rest as well. That evening I received a call from a number I didn't recognized. I allowed it to go to my voicemail thinking it was not important. It was followed by another call, this time from my younger sister's cell. It was alarming call from her as she holds back the tears, "COME BACK, HE IS NOT LOOKING GOOD".
We drove to the hospital fearing the worst as fast as we can. The thirty minute drive felt like eternity to me and my husband couldn't calm me down. I was lead to the designated "CRYING ROOM" in the ICU floor when we got there. All my sisters, brothers, in laws, nieces and nephews were there. You can see they have been crying. My older sister was on her way to the hospital with my mom who had just left the hospital a few minutes before the doctors had told one of my sisters that my dad's heart is very weak. Then there was a "code blue" and they were trying to resuscitate him. A priest was called in to deliver prayer to my dad and the family. As the strongest person in the family, I lost it - couldn't figure out what was going on. So many questions flew in my head. What had gone wrong? The priest allowed me to come in to see my dad as he heads over to pray for him but I was stopped by the nurses telling me that I could not come in just yet and escorted me out. The nurse who walked me out said that my dad is in very critical condition with a very weak heart and now being assisted with a breathing tube.
So I returned to the crying room where my mom had just arrived and very upset because she knew something was wrong as all of us had red eyes. The priest entered the room after he prayed over my dad and prayed with us to ask GOD for mercy and recovery of my dad who was clinging on to his life. We waited for another hour until the doctors came out and told us that he is still with us but looks like deteriorating. They didn't know how much damage he had incurred in his brain because of oxygen deprivation due to his heart stopping. They told us it was a "wait and see" situation at this point.
He had been in deep sleep since the second operation. They had attempted the third time to bring him into the operating table to clean out any remaining poisoning and close his belly but the swelling is immense that they were unable to do. Many people prayed for my Papa and our family during all this. I have spent a majority of my time with my mom in the meditation room of the hospital to ask God for mercy and HIS WILL BE DONE. Before the fourth visit to surgery, my dad was coming to, recognizing our voice, communicating through lifting his eyebrows. A neurological test to examine his brain proove no extensive damage. But as he lays there, many complication begets him - his liver, his kidneys, his blood pressure, his constant tachycardia - all weakening. There was a possible stroke but really they can't really tell yet until he comes around completely.
They prep him for another attempt to clean and close his wound on his belly and they were able to do close halfway through. He is still weak but communicating to us. He has tried to open his eyes and seems to recognize all of us. Yesterday again, he was brought to surgery (I HOPE FOR THE LAST TIME) to close off his remaining wound. I saw him after surgery last night. All the doctors are happy and excited, he is really alert by opening his eyes and communicating to us through his face expressions. They say it is still a long recovery ahead of him, but he seemed to have bounced back and we are all optimistic about his condition.
For those who offered their support and kept prayer vigils for my dad, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. I believe in the power of MIRACLES and I believe that the good LORD is creating one with my dad. It is still a ways before he recovers, we are taking baby steps at this point but we feel that he is in the hands of our LORD and only HE can heal him.
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