Thanks to all the kind words of support and blessings and prayers in regard to my nephew, James.
The PICU is not a great place to visit. The parents of patients there wander in and out as if lost, staring first one way, then the other, as though they have totally lost their bearings. They have. I’ve seen some awful things in the past few days, and not just the one affecting my own family.
First off, may I just give a HUGE SHOUT OUT to Primary Children’s Medical Center? The level of care there is so excellent.
Guess what James did today? Watched Spaceballs and had a Sunrise Smoothie. What, you might ask? What is this? Yeah, we are pretty amazed, too.
We went from dire predictions of brain damage and possible death to excellent prognosis for recovery.
There is no doubt that his father and brother saved his life, performing CPR for ten minutes while they waited for paramedics to arrive. Those paramedics took over, did an excellent job, and he was then Lifeflighted to Primary. They were brutally honest with us, and his chances for survival and recovery looked slim. But they did everything they could, and it was enough to bring him out of that dark touch with death and back into our light.
Day two was awful, but he began to respond and fight, and try to answer questions. I spent a long night with him, holding him down whenever he tried to pull out his vent tube, or central line, or even worse, FOLEY (think catheter). And fight he did. He did not enjoy those tubes and bells and whistles, and he kept mouthing the words “help me,” to me. That was my first inkling he might just be okay.
He says he remembers me being with him, and he is still speaking to me, so I guess he understands I was trying to help him. Yes, he is speaking. Hoarsely, and with great effort, but he IS SPEAKING.
His breathing is still labored, but not as bad. He is still on some monitors, but no catheter, no central line and best of all, NO BREATHING tube.
Even better, he is now out of PICU and has a room on a trauma floor.
James is one of the lucky ones.
Thanks for all your prayers and good wishes, and voodoo dances, and whatever else you did. It is GREATLY appreciated.
But don’t stop there. On the PICU ward, there is still a little girl named Josie, who cannot breath well right now, because she has severe pneumonia.
Also in the PICU, is Bridger Hunt, whose story many of you are familiar with. I am not going to share any of the details I learned speaking with his family, because I believe that would be a violation of trust, but I WILL ask that you pray for him and his recovery. He needs it.
It’s funny how whenever you think YOUR life is bad, you get reminded just how good you have it.
Today is a good day. Enjoy the smoothie, James.