First things first my grandma, the woman who raised me and puts up with me even still, my best friend who I tell everything to had stomach surgery to repair a hole and at 85 years old .. it's rough on the body..
Sunday around 12:30 pm my aunt calls me and she tells me that grams coded out and they were able to get her back but only to put her on a ventilator.. I panicked and my car broke down twice and it took me two hours but I made it there in time to hear the doctor talk.. he said she had 48 that they would keep her on the tube but her body was weak and it appeared as if everything was shutting down .. 48 hours .. get everyone here . . Say goodbye .. that's basically it..
So we did "Lutheran last rights" as I call them. I sat and I cried and I thought of the last conversation we had. I thought of how I was going to tell my soon to be three year old that her favorite person in the world wasn't going to come home and you always have those selfish thoughts. I talk to her about everything. Who was I going to run to? Who was going to listen to me now?
I brought peace within myself that night going back home. I was going to sleep tonight and stay with her tomorrow night. I thought of my grandpa he was her true love and soulmate and they had been apart for so long and I knew how hard it was on her. I thought at least she would finally be happy again.
What I did not expect is what happened the next day her kidneys were working again and she was trying to breathe on her own, so with my scared hesitation they pulled the tube and we went in and she looking at us and trying to say something . She was trying to tell me I needed my coat. My grandmother who was on deaths door trying to meet Jesus wakes up to tell me I need to put a coat on and if nothing describes our relationship better then that.
I would like to thank everyone that prayed for me or on behalf of me I should say. I like to think that I have a strong faith but in times like these and especially this weekend I know I don't. My whole life it seems has been a long line of unfortunate events with little room for miracles but let me tell you, on Monday a miracle happened, the doctors said so themselves.
So I stayed with her all night Monday and I got 2 whole whopping hours of sleep in the ICU waiting room and I went home and I ran 2.5 miles and did my regular workout just in awe of what happened. It was so close to losing everything it makes you feel alive somehow and renewed somehow in myself as well. It really healed a little piece of my faith that I didn't even know was missing. This day could have been so different, I could have had to say goodbye to my biggest fan and my support system but instead I got a happy day so I ate the cupcake and I smiled and I could care less how many damn calories were in it.
So I challenge you two things, pray or wish if you don't pray for something extraordinary that you didn't think would happen because you honestly never know. Have some faith and trust. Also I challenge you to eat the cupcake and smile, maybe not everyday, but when you need it and deserve it.
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God Bless
- Adriene Song
