January 7, 2004

• Loss of Hands and Feet

  
  

  Last night was not quite what I pictured it to be.  It had taken me all day to  humble myself to the point of calling my mom to ask if she’d pick me up and take me “home.”  (It was humbling because somewhere inside I had this lie going that said that if I could make it through this sickness alone then I’m an adult. Silly, isn’t it?)

  
  

  When I got home, I tottered up the stairs and laid down on the floor in one of the rooms.  I started feeling a tingling sensation in my feet and then also in my hands.  After awhile, it got worse and worse.  They had gone numb and I couldn’t feel them anymore.  I couldn’t even get up.  And so I prayed, “Lord, I am willing.  My life for my parent’s salvation.”

  
  

  We went to the hospital and found that it wasn’t anything serious like gangrene or anything!   I had a fever and was suffering from hyperventilation.  I had lost the feeling in my feet and hands because I was breathing in too much of a hurry, not pulling in enough oxygen. 

  
  

  Forcing myself to breath normally instead of in my panic state was really difficult, especially because I felt so panicked!  But having my dad hold the brown bag over my mouth, Sam hold my hand and praying and a multitude of friends coming in (and reciting verses) helped slow down my breathing.  I vomited at the hospital door… and am now on my way to recovery.

  
  

  Thanks so much for coming to see me last night.  I am overwhelmed and amazed by how quickly everyone dropped everything just to see me in the middle of the night!  It means a lot to me!  Thanks!

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