Yesterday, my friend A and I enjoyed lunch together at Franco's, a local Italian restaurant, here in Windsor. We enjoyed a wonderful time of fellowship and great food! I always enjoy being with A. Hopefully, she enjoyed yesterday's time together, as much as I did. Thank you A, for treating me!
Today turned out very different than I thought it would, even though this day began in the usual fashion.
As per normal, I went to work out at my friend M's gym. After doing some work, showering and changing, I prepared to leave home, again.
My co-worker/friend C, my neighbour friend K and I were to go across to Michigan, USA, once again. I know. I can't believe it, myself! It seems like years since I was across the border, because it was; but over the course of the past few weeks, I've been there several times! Hard to believe, at least for me!
At the last moment, my friend K let me know she couldn't make it, so C and I met at my church, where we left his car. I drove, once again.
Since we were both hungry, we began today's international excursion by enjoying lunch at The Olive Garden restaurant, just as we had a few weeks ago. Yup! Italian food again today; almost like an instant replay, to be sure! Except, today's dining experience was an international one! This time it was my treat. Instead of just discussing friendly things, we actually talked some business, too!
In any case, I thought I was so full, I felt like I should be rolled out of the restaurant. But, I made it out to my van without any assistance. Praise God!
Afterwards, we went shopping. What a way to burn off some of the calories and food we just enjoyed! This time we went to a different area, but the result was the same; I did not find what I was looking for. Still, I made a small purchase, and so did C.
The Canada Customs agent was shocked at how little we spent while being away in the US. Truly, it seemed like he was going to have my vehicle searched, but at the last second, he handed back our passports to me and told us we could leave.
Thank You, Lord! The last thing I needed today, was to be delayed any further, because something else was happening while we were international travellers. After dropping C off at his car, I headed off to do what I knew I needed to do.
My daughter P was at the hospital. I went there to be with her.
You see, over the course of the day, she had let me know that one of her doctors had contacted her; she went to see him. He immediately sent her to hospital, where she was to receive a triple blood transfusion. Yes, you read correctly.
P is my daughter who is rheumatoid arthritic and who has Lupus.
As per Canadian Blood Services, a normal hemoglobin level for a woman is between 120 and 160. P's was 71. While she normally battles fatigue, etc., it was no wonder she could hardly drag herself around, get herself up and moving.
The hospital decided to do some tests, too. They confirmed that P's heloglobin level was still falling, as it was down to 68. Even so, the hospital decided to give P only 2 units of blood, rather than 3. She may have to go back, again.
While P rested, my mind went into overtime, once again. Tears didn't just well up in my eyes. They began flowing down my cheeks.
All day, I had tried to not think about the fact that two (2) years ago, on the Friday of our Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, my daughter P was with me at that very same hospital. Not for her, nor for me, but for Gordon. We were waiting for the hospital to pull the plug on my husband's life support, thereby ending his life. It took me quite a while to be able to regain control of myself, after silently weeping.
I watched my daughter receive a gift of life, from caring people who donated blood, and praised God. May God bless each person who donates blood! Thank You, Father for providing for P!
She woke up and we had a short discussion about this evening, two (2) years ago. P let me know that was exactly why she didn't want me to be at the hospital with her, tonight. She recalled, too.
By this time, it was after 9:30 p.m. In my mind, I had thought what a cruel joke this seemed to be, having to spend time at the hospital once again, on the anniversary of such a heartbreaking day. I had visions of us leaving the hospital about 1:45, a.m., as we had after Gordon had been declared dead at 12:30 a.m.
We realized the speed at which P was receiving the transfusion and calculated she was still a couple of hours away from having received the first full unit of blood. P and I decided I should go home, because she would be in the Emergency Room receiving transfusions, until about 4:00 a.m.
I plan to be back at the hospital for about 3:30 a.m., with Tim Horton's coffee in hand for P. Hopefully, this will put a smile on her face.
If you are a believer in Jesus Christ, who believes in the power of prayer, I ask that you please pray for my daughter, P. The hospital has not determined where she is bleeding out from, so this treatment is only a temporary fix.
As I mentioned, P has other health ailments. Please pray for total, restorative healing. Thank you. May God bless you, always.
Until next time...
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