Four years ago today I took a ride in an ambulance that would change my life. My lungs had deteriorated to the point that I was using two O2 machines at the same time to get enough air in me. An autoimmune disease had been steadily chewing up my lungs for 7 years. I spent the next five days in the hospital barely clinging to life, they even pulled out the paddles to jump start me a time or two. I was unconscious for over 10 days while I had a life saving double lung transplant. When people tell me I'm a miracle of god, I remind them that actually I'm a miracle of modern science and skilled professionals. Modern medicine is amazing and to think about what they will be able to accomplish in the future is mind boggling. Squeeze your loved ones everyday people because even though that thin line to death is getting pushed back every year, it still is way too easy to cross.
I had a heart attack three years ago. A preacher forced his way into my room while I was waiting for an OR to open up for angioplasty. I guess most people having heart attacks are found laid out on the bed, barely conscious, looking like shit, but I was sitting up, completely coherent...bored. Just waiting.
My mom and daughter tried very hard to push him out but he forced himself in and introduced himself as the Thursday night chaplain. He asked, “Can I pray with your family?” They all looked at me. I looked at him in irritation and said, “Knock yourself out.”
Thankfully the prayer was very short and he didn’t come back. But the look on his face will stay with me forever.