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Count down to a miracle -What almost killed my husband saved his life
I got in the car reached for my cell phone to call my honey and tell him, I am on my way home
November 7, 2005, just another work day, and time to go home, I walked out with one of my friends and we were chatting standing by my car. I got in the car reached for my cell phone to call my honey and tell him, I am on the way home, which is my routine. I dialed home, and got a busy, and I pushed yes to the button that says 'do you want to keep trying?' Every five minutes the phone would dial home, and it was still busy, I thought he must be talking to my cousin, Zina who likes to talk a lot.
—When I left for work, he, my husband, was working on the fence to get it finished, and looked up at the dead branches on the pecan tree next to the fence. He was thinking tomorrow is brush pickup, better cut those.
Hubby got the chainsaw, and ladder out, cut and drug branches until the driveway was piled high with them. One last limb to go, from the second or maybe the third rung up on the ladder, he saw that he was going to fall and threw the chainsaw away from himself onto the ground and looking down, at the thin metal fence post (the kind used by farmers to string barbed wire.) he said he thought it had gone up between his belt and pants. He pushed himself off the post and got to his feet. This is where he said it got a little fuzzy. He told me he crawled, and got into the house, which is over a hundred feet away from where he had fallen.
“EMERGENCY", I have fallen and I don’t know how badly I am hurt.
My Husband, remembers getting the phone, and trying to focus on the numbers, but was on the verge of going into shock, and blacking out, he could not see the numbers clear enough to dial. He was desperate to reach me and tell me he had fallen, while, I tried and tried to call him, but the line was busy then I thought I need to try one more time, and I tried again. He did not say hello, he said, “EMERGENCY", I have fallen and I don’t know how badly I am hurt. Then he cried out ‘I AM HURTING INSIDE’.
I called my son, Walter, got his voice mail and left him a message.
My eyes filled with tears, as I started to pray. I thought, I can't cry, if I cry, I could have an accident, and I was about a minute away from my beloved. I called my son, Walter, got his voice mail and left him a message.
When I got home the front door was not locked. As I entered not knowing what to expect, because Honey Bunny, never keeps the door unlocked. . . So I did not know what condition I would find him in.
"I don't want 911 to take me; I want you to take me to the hospital."
My husband was in the recliner with a sheet pulled over his body. I thought it can't be too bad, I don't see any blood. Put the tools away, then help me get dressed, and take me to the hospital, he told me. While, I was dialing 911, Honey Bunny, told me "I don't want 911 to take me; I want you to take me to the hospital."
WHY ARE YOU NOT IN THERE WITH HIM? Walter screamed at me
I ran out to the place where he had been cutting and threw the tools into the garage, locked the garage door and ran back to the house. Just as I got there Walter was there. WHY ARE YOU NOT IN THER WITH HIM? Walter screamed at me. I said. I told Walter, he wanted me to put his tools away, and then take him to the hospital.
Walter's gasp shook me to my soul. I grabbed the phone, and dialed 911.
Is he hurt that bad. I don't know, I did not see any blood. I said, as we went inside. Honey Bunny said get, me a clean shirt, and pants. I brought out a shirt, and with Walter on one side and me on the other, my hubby lifted his arms for us to help him to his feet, Walter's gasp shook me to my soul. I grabbed the phone, and dialed 911 again, but they were already on the way from the first call. By the time I hung up the phone, and turned on the driveway lights, the ambulance had arrived.
It was a thin metal post that farmers use to string barbed wire.
While one of the Para-Medics took medical information, and one was taking my husband's vital signs and giving him a tetanus shot, Walter, one of the Para Medics, went out to see the post that he had fallen on. The post was still upright; it would have gone all the way through anyone else. Walter said that some of Honey Bunny's skin was on the end of the post.
Parkland was probably the best hospital for this kind of trauma.
The Para-medics had a brief discussion, to decide where to take my husband, and they agreed that Parkland was probably the best hospital for this kind of trauma, as they wheeled him out to the ambulance. They took him by ambulance to children's academy about two blocks from our house. The helicopter was there almost by the time we got to the academy parking lot.
They took my love, my heart, by the Care flight helicopter from the academy to Parkland Hospital, downtown Dallas. There was not enough room for me in the helicopter and I had to drive alone to Parkland Hospital. Walter also went, but drove his truck.
It was like the floor dropped out from under me
When Walter and I reached the emergency room at Parkland, I told the admissions lady that my husband was there and asked where he was, she said we don't have anyone by that name here. It was like the floor dropped out from under me, and Walter told her, "They just brought my dad in by Care-Flight." Oh! Okay, the admissions lady said, and ushered us into an admitting room. Thank God! I had the presence of mind to bring Hubby's wallet, with me.
Walter is my husband's step-son. As we were waiting for someone to tell us how he was doing, Walter asked me if I had his son's phone number, and I gave him the number, and he called his step-brother. My step-son said he would be on the next flight to DFW Airport, and asked if Walter could pick him up, within an hour, my step-son, his wife, son, and daughter were on the way.
Walter stayed with me for another hour, then headed out to pick up his wife, and then to the airport to pick-up, my step-son and his family. While I waited for word of my husband's condition.
One of the men gave me a lavender colored, stuffed bunny.
November 7th, 2005, 7p.m. Walter picked-up my step-son and his family, after he called me to see if my husband was out of surgery, when, I told him no, he took them to his house where they spent the night.
Two men came to say prayers with me. I don't want to live without my Honey Bunny, I told them. They had lots of stuffed animals for children of families with someone in the hospital. One of the men gave me a lavender colored, stuffed bunny.
Dr. Mitchell told me, that he doubted that another person would have survived such an injury.
At approximately 10a.m. November 8th, I was in the operating room, waiting area. Dr. Ian Mitchell, the surgeon told me that he removed what was left of his kidney, that the post punctured, and he repaired the rest of his insides, and Hubby had to have a colostomy, he told me how fortunate my husband was. Dr. Mitchell said, that he doubted, another person would have survived such an injury.
I was then taken to my husband's bedside in ICU, where I met Dr. Katherine Tchorz, supervisor of Dr. Mitchell, she said they found an abdominal aneurysm and they would need to keep an eye on it, and when he is stable, it will need to be stinted.
November 8th, the nurses in ICU were trying to wake my husband, and he was moving around, and his hands were tied to the side rails of the bed. I asked why, and was told, that he had pulled the oxygen tube out of his nose, and they tied his hands so he does not do it again. His lips were chapped, and seemed so dry, that I asked for some water with a straw. They told me I could not give him water with a straw, he might strangle, but they did bring me a cloth and some water, so that I could dip the corner of the cloth in and wet his lips, as we kept trying to wake him.
My son told me, "you need to go home and get some sleep; you will not do him any good, if you collapse and fall apart." So, reluctantly I went home. When I arrived home, I went into the kitchen, and there on the floor were my husband's pants, with some blood, and a hole in them. I threw the pants away, cleaned the floor, made myself coffee, and opened a can of soup. I went into the bedroom and there, by the bed was pool of blood, as I cleaned it up, I thought of how it happened, [he must have came into the house went to the kitchen and dropped his pants and made his way to the bedroom, picked up the phone by the bed, and intending to lay down there and changed his mind when he saw the blood, and went to the recliner, sat down and reclined to cover himself with a sheet.]
"Wake up grandpa, I love you."
Walter, his wife, my stepson, and his family arrived. Everyone went in to see my husband, except his grandchildren, they were told, they had to be 13 years old, his granddaughter was 9 and his grandson 10, and they waited outside the door to ICU, with one adult waiting with them. When I waited with Hubby's grandchildren, his grandson would look every time the door opened and he saw the direction his dad went. He watched and waited; then he saw a clear path, and made a bee-line to his grandfather's side, and the nurse came running to send him out of the room. My stepson told the nurse that he was small for his age and is really 13, she must have known, that was not true, but let him stay, as he put his hand on his grandfather's hand and said "wake up grandpa, I love you."
November 9th my stepson and his family had to go home. My daughter in-law and I went back to the hospital to be with my love; we tried to wake him, but did not succeed.
Honey Bunny, bought me a live oak tree, before his fall and it was to be delivered today, so we went to my house and we planted it.
November 10th, I called to see if my husband had awakened. The nurse I spoke with, told me I needed to come to the hospital right away, and it felt like the bottom of my stomach dropped out. My sister in-law picked me up and took me to the hospital, and we hurried to ICU, I asked the nurse, what happened to my husband? She said, he is the same as yesterday, when I told her the other nurse said, I needed to come to the hospital right away, she said, "I am so sorry, she must have thought I was calling about the young man that died from an auto accident."
I went to my husband's bed side, when I put my hand in his and said, I love you, he opened his eyes. Nurses came running. One nurse asked if he knew where he was and if he knew his name, and as soon as he told her, she gave him a shot of morphine. November 12th, and 13th he is still in ICU.
The doctors were all in awe that he was healing so fast, and they wanted to do a study to find out why.
November 14th he was moved to a room, and when I arrived, the room was packed with doctors and interns, and I was afraid, my husband had taken a turn for the worst, but Dr. Mitchell told me, that my husband was the talk of the hospital and the doctors and interns just wanted to meet the man who live through such trauma. The doctors were all in awe that he was healing so fast, and they wanted to do a study to find out why.
November 15th, Honey Bunny is not doing well, he has chills, fever, and his blood pressure is high, and he was all set to go home tomorrow. November 16th, he was sent for a CT scan and an MRI. November 17th the MRI shows fluid by the spine, the doctor thinks they may have to do a spinal-tap.
November 18th, Hubby is much better and the doctors do not have to do the tap, but they are keeping him a few more days to make sure he is still improving. November 19th, he was improving but he said his side and back hurt, but refused pain killers.
November 20, 2005 – when I arrived at the hospital Dr. Mitchell, came in and told me that my husband could go to a REHAB hospital for a couple of weeks and then home for about 3 months, then come back for the take down (i.e. colostomy reversal). November 21, 2005 – He was moved to Trinity East Specialty Care hospital, about 30 minutes from home.
December 13th, 2005 – Released from Trinity East. My honey Bunny is home.
June, 2006, Honey Bunny went back to the hospital for the colostomy reversal, when they did tests to see if he was ready, they said the aneurysm was bigger and would need to be stinted ASAP. We made arrangements to go for the aneurism stint, and we were told a stint to the one kidney he has left, stinted first.
June 25th, 2006, he had the artery to the kidney stinted. On August 17th he had the aneurysm stinted. On October the 17th he had the take down. I was told he would have to be in the hospital for 8 days. I requested the day off from work to bring him home and my request was denied. Fortunately he came home Saturday, in 4 days instead of 8, with a portable wound vacuum (a machine that sucks the drainage from the wound where the colon came through the stomach wall after it had been repaired).
The hospital sent a home health care nurses to change the dressing and the canister in the machine. Then day before yesterday the nurse came to do the dressing and he had put the machine in a shopping bag and went shopping and was not home when she came. so, she discharged him.
Had he not fallen, they would not have found the aneurysm and it would have burst and he would have died on the spot.
I believe in miracles more than ever.
© 2012 Shyron E Shenko