Endurance and Trust

This hospitalization was the worst. Our son, Danny, was admitted with aspiration pneumonia, menacing his already compromised body. Complications escalated after the presence of a superbug was revealed in his blood tests. Powerful antibiotics, specialists and our prayers seemed to have no effect. Danny was unresponsive; he hadn’t opened his eyes for several days. My husband, Denny, and I kept a round-the-clock vigil at Danny’s bedside, hoping and praying.

At the last shift change of the day, our doctor walked in, looking defeated. He took our hands in his and said, “We’ve done all we can.” Then he said the unthinkable: “Danny won’t pull through this time. We’ll make the arrangements for you to take him home.”

Then as we prepared for his release, Danny opened his eyes! At home, as we got him into bed, he appeared to be on high alert. Somehow, a fire had been sparked in his soul. All night, Denny held our son in his arms and prayed. Daybreak found Danny sleepy, but greatly improved. “Relax now, son,” Denny whispered wearily. “I believe you’re going to make it.”

He did…and has for many years since.