Our seemingly healthy 11-year-old son fell in our driveway three short years ago today.
An hour later, in an emergency room, his heart stopped.
I remember organized chaos, booming voices and noises in a room overflowing with medical personnel.
And I remember feeling that everything was in slow motion…almost like a dream – a dream that quickly became a nightmare from which I would never awake.
We watched as strangers fought ferociously to save our child – a child they did not know.
A breathing tube was forced down his throat.
Resuscitation of his heart was in full force.
And desperately seeking answers, they slit open our son’s abdomen from his sternum to his pelvis.
Twelve long minutes of resuscitation and a multitude of other procedures from a medical team who did not – who would not- give up on our son, brought him back to us.
Almost a year later, our son would ultimately die from the liver cancer that revealed itself that day….a day that started like any other ordinary day.
But a team of strangers at New Hanover Regional Medical Center was the starting point that gave us nearly a year of precious moments with our child.
To say a simple thank you to them somehow seems incredibly inadequate.
And I have no words to express or explain the gift they gave to us that day.
The same gift they give to so many others every single day.
They started us on a journey that would test our faith and take us to Chapel Hill and on to Cincinnati.
And I am forever grateful…
Please take a minute this week to thank a doctor and a nurse. Thank them for all they give and for all they do in an incredibly rewarding but overwhelmingly difficult job. A job where their abilities and emotions are tested daily as they face life and death in ways that very few of us can even begin to imagine.
And join me in praying for them, and their families, daily.
Not what we give,
But what we share,
For the gift
without the giver
~James Russell Lowell
Be blessing and look for joy in living a moment at a time…