It was a quiet night and all the children were settling down. Every night we have several children visiting. This night was no different. The only thing different was that Brichelle told me she was not feeling good. I thought that it was only because I gave her an antibiotic and another medication for her malaria treatment. She ended up laying down in the hallway on the cold cement. After about 10 minutes her stomach pain got progressively worse. She started to vomit. I thought she was just having real trouble with the medicine I gave her. Then the stomach pain was still getting worse. Usually once you throw up you feel better and that was not the case with her. She began to sweat profusely. Her face turned white and she began begging to God for Him to help her. Over and over again she would say, "Oh God help me!" She looked over at me and said, "mom it is like I have been poisoned." Jamie had already gone to sleep and by this hour there was just our family and Tony and another boy. I decided I needed to do something. Brichelle is a tough cookie and she was really suffering. I was starting to become really scared. I woke Jamie and told him something was really wrong with Brichelle and we need to get Dr. James. Jamie gets dressed and runs over to James' house. No answer! He runs back to let me know. I told him that we need to just get her over to the hospital. She is unable to walk and so Jamie carries her over to the emergency room and puts her down on one of the beds behind a curtain. Now her fingers are becoming numb and her face is as white as a sheet. The nurse takes down all information and goes to find James. He was at his house in a deep sleep. He comes into the small cubicle and asks many calm questions. Brichelle is concerned about the fact that her hands are going numb. James continues to touch her stomach and locate the area of pain. He then hits the bottom of each heal and asked her if it hurt her stomach and where? The pain is bad now and she has to concentrate on every breath. James looks at me and says that it is her appendix. I just looked at him in fear and said, NO! I knew right away that it meant surgery. This is the last place on earth that I would ever want any of us to have surgery. Not because of James. I trusted him fully. My concern was in the cleanliness of the surgery room and all the instruments that would be entering my baby girls body. Once Brichelle discovered that she was going to have to have surgery she became scared but never shed a tear. She is such a strong person. I am the one who began to cry. She looked at me and said, "mom if you start crying I am not going to be happy." I knew I needed to be strong for her. I ran to the house to get on my scrubs. I was with her until they began to cut her. Dr. James told me that if something went wrong that I should not be in there. That I could get in the way of them helping her. I was way too emotional and knew he was right. Jamie and I waited in the prep room right outside the operating room. I cried the entire time she was in there. I think it was just so late and everything was happening so fast. I had Cory go down to the airstrip and get Wendy Roberts to be in the operating room with Brichelle and to help with any embarrassing situations. We were up with her even after the surgery. She got sick from all the medicine they pumped into her small body. Jamie stayed with her over night so I could get some sleep at home. We were up until about 2:30 a.m. My past week was full of Cory getting malaria and strep throat and then his whole mouth broke out in white spots, on his tongue and gums and all over his throat. He couldn't eat and if a person can't eat then he can't take the medication for malaria because it will lower your blood sugar. Cory had to be admitted into the hospital and have an IV put in. He was in tears even after coming home due to the pain in his mouth. One day after Cory comes home from the hospital then Brichelle starts in with a high fever and a headache which is classic symptoms for malaria. The next day she gets strep throat too. Now I have them both on the same medicine. Then the third day of malaria treatment Brichelle gets this. I feel as though Satan is really doing his best to get us down. I think he wants us to stay in America and not come back. I really feel like we are being attacked. Right now all I have energy for is to survive. I am so tired and I know the rest of the family is too. Please pray for our family. We need encouragement and rest. We need this time in America to get our strength back to fight Satan and all the things he is doing here. At least I know Satan is not happy. That must mean we are doing something here he does not like. So that thought alone keeps me going.
No comments:
Post a Comment