Wow, talk about cross and resurrection.
I’m humbled by your testimony.
Newt does a nice segue off of that to remind people about muggings in NY before and after Giuliani.
I truly felt like it was a religious moment, that the newly risen Christ was giving me a chance as I don't live well with a guilty conscience.
The experience was truly....I don't want to say magical. It was holy. I watched this guy bow prostrate before the cross. I watched him stand proud with the cloth of confirmation over his shoulders. He's a young fellow and truth be told, even husband's primary care physician said she thought Dr. Blow was too young to handle something as exotic as a brain infection, as everybody knows everybody in these swamps of Delaware.
But she too was wrong. Dr. Blow had it right. He did, for the sake of accuracy, put husband on LIQUID antibiotic for six treatments a day whereas the northern guy had him on two liquid infusions and four by pill. The pills were the same thing as the liquid prescribed by Dr. Blow. The major difference is it was just so much easier for husband to take pills than for me to constantly have to infuse him six times a day. Then again, had the original "cure" date been right, husband would have recovered by Christmas day 2008, requiring only about four weeks of antibiotic infusions.
As it turned out, husband stopped antibiotic infusions and pills in late February and he's recovered fairly well. He paid a price for all those antibiotics, make no mistake. His feet are numb, a neuropathy that will likely take a year to go away, a byproduct of all the antibiotic we are told.
Again, had the seizures been stopped he would not have had to take so damn much antibiotic. Husband did not get proper medical care, I'm sure of it, but it wasn't because of Dr. Blow.
I watched Dr. Blow proudly sing the songs at the Easter Vigil, I saw his two young children by his side, all taking time from a busy schedule to worship Christ. When he was called to the front, the priest called him by name, there was no DOCTOR in front of his name.
Ah, well, husband can no longer work as the poor man can't even walk. He's also lost 25% of his peripheral vision, 75% of the use of his right hand, he takes MASSIVE doses of anti-seizure medicines and will likely have to for a while. He had FIVE lesions in his brain, in any other country and after Obama gets socialized medicine, people like my husband will likely just die.
But he's alive and he functions fairly well, thank God. I stood before the cross one night in an empty church and I prayed. I told Christ that if He wanted to take my husband, I certainly couldn't stop Him. But I vowed I would fight him every step of the way and I did. I was as devoted to husband's recovery as any wife on the planet and Jesus kept me healthy so I could tend to him. Remembering that one year ago I had a quadruple bypass my own self.
So I close, peacefully and happily, another chapter in my life during a most horrific time.
Husband will be going back to Dr. Blow for follow up.