Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Thin line between life and death

On Sunday July 6 I scared my husband. He thought he'd lost me. I, of course, only know what he told me. I've suffered from back pain for awhile with increasing difficulty of movement. That morning I literally slid from the bed and my husband pulled me up. I couldn't move, so to say my morning started out normal would be a farce. Normal routine would be to take my muscle relaxer first and then fix breakfast. Even walking hurt my back so my husband helped me get our breakfast on the table, then I dropped into my chair. We thanked God for his provision and Charles prayed God's healing on my back.

By the time I'd had two bites of eggs, I turned in my seat. "I'm sick at my stomach. I'll go sit in the recliner." I remember saying "I can't do it." The next thing I remember my husband patted me with soft words. "The ambulance is on it's way." Someone heaved my body and I vomited. A voice called to me. "Just a slight stick now," and someone stuck a needle in my hand. Two women undressed me. "There's noone here but your husband and us." After awhile consciousness began to return as my husband and my pastor prayed at my bedside. For the first time my eyes focused on people and surroundings.

My husband told me my head fell in my plate. When he lifted me back and took my plate from my lap, no color remained in my face. My mouth flew open, my eyes rolled back. Seizure type movements overcame my upper body, then I went rigid. He thought I had slipped into eternity.

Fortunately, my blood pressure rose. All tests proved okay. A freak sequence of events caused an improbable consequence. Today I'm thankful God brought me back. The experience reminded me how thin a line there is between life and death. When we're relatively healthy and active, we believe ourselves indestructable, but one second can put us in a grave with loved ones singing around us.

What would you do if you knew you would die soon? Makes you think, doesn't it. Would you spend more and more time at the office working. Would you pass up time to spend with your children or grandchildren because laundry mounted? Would you put off that phone call or letter you'd been going to get around to? Would you do something for the Lord today?

God gave me a new viewpoint. I intend to remember the lesson hopefully until I'm 112.

4 comments:

Linda Broday said...

Janet, that must've been so scary! Wonder what caused it. We just never know from one minute to the next what's gonna happen. That's why we need to stay prepared for dying.

Thank you for reminding me how fragile our lives are.

Unknown said...

Janet...we have been there...I was in the room with Dale when his heart stopped...the scariest thing in the world...God wasn't through with him and he not through with you...yes life is so very fragile..but God is so good...glad I have your blogspot I will be reading your stuff. I am working on a new artible "A change in flight plans"...its about how we plan and plan but God has other plans.

Glad you are doing better.

Ann Kepler

Moonine Sue Watson said...

I'm so glad you are okay. That was so scary to read about. I can't imagine experiencing it. As you stated, things like that make us stop and evaluate what really matters.

You are such a blessing to so many people, I'm sure God is not finished with what He wants you to accomplish.

Anyway. I'm glad you are okay.

Anonymous said...

OMGOSH Janet. How scary. You're right about the change in perspective. HUGE hugs and prayers sent your way/