Well it was now after church. I was hanging out with her mom when I received a phone call from the Dr. and missed it. I returned the phone call, the nurse answered the phone and advised me that the Dr was busy , but I needed to make time for him. I hung up the phone and told her mom to get ready and get in to the car we were going to the hospital. On the way I called one of her best friends and told her to meet us there, and I was hopeful because as you read in the prior post they finally did a sputum test. With that I was sure we would have some answers to her condition. We are now all sitting in the lobby. The Dr calls, I advise the Dr that I want to meet with him. He told me I have no such right for that request. I advised him that I was her advocate and I was requesting a meeting, he affirmed that he did not like my tone. I just relayed back that if he did not want to meet with me in person that our conversation was now over. He put me on hold and came back on the phone and advised me that we could come up to the ICU floor. We all went up to meet with the Dr. As the nurse at the ICU nurse station slid LT's wedding rings across the counter telling me I would probably want these back, the Dr. proceeded to tell us that LT's lung went fibrotic, with that being said "I told the doctor to give her a lung trans plant!" He advised that they don't do that for covid patients, and advised that at this point they were waiting for her heart to stop. The doctor had reassured us that they had done all they could for her. As we all stood there sobbing and I looked at her beautiful lifeless body through ICU glass, not being able to tell her goodbye and hold her hand to pray with her. My heart sank very deep in my chest as I realized at that moment she was most likely not returning to her earthly home. We calmly composed ourselves and exited the hospital. Got into the car it was her mom and I, and we just prayed that the Lord would either keep here with us or take her home to Him, but I prayed that He would make that decision quick I did not want her to have to suffer or having us to make life or death choices we left it in Gods hands at this point.
My Name Is Dan and I am now recently a widower from my Best Friend of 25 years, and now have to navigate raising two teenagers without my help mate, and this is her medical story along with others that have similar stories of their own. Join me on this journey as we find help and healing in a broken medical system.