Yes, it was Friday the 13th when our nightmare began. The blisters did indeed grow overnight and we knew she needed immediate care. Long story short, she was admitted to the emergency room that morning and given the worst case diagnosis. It was Stevens Johnson Syndrome, a devastating syndrome that would make her skin separate and sluff off. Once the reaction was started it would need to run its course. Typically up to 30% of her body would be affected. She would need hospitalization in the burn unit. Only in a few cases was this diagnosis fatal, but our local hospital was simply not equipped to handle this type of problem, so she would need to be flown to a larger hospital for treatment.
We were given the option of flying to Las Vegas or Salt Lake City. We immediately requested Vegas because I had family there. Arrangements were made and I began to prepare to travel to Vegas. In the midst of those preparations the hospital called. They had been rejected by the Vegas hospital because they were full. Her only option now was Salt Lake City, 5 hours away from us. It was an emergency situation, so we did what was needed.
By that night it became apparent that it was again divine intervention that the Las Vegas Hospital was unable to take her. During transport her situation again worsened and spread to more than 30% of her skin. This lead to her having another classification. She suddenly no loner had Stevens Johnson Syndrome (SJS) but TENS – all of her skin inside and out was becoming toxic. (Look it up at your own risk, it is stomach turning.) Her risk of complications and even death had just skyrocketed. Had she arrived in Vegas under those conditions there is a good chance they would have preferred to have her moved to Salt Lake anyway. The hospital here in Salt Lake has a large Burn Unit and is especially well prepared to handle this severe of a case. Upon arrival Katie was immediately assigned to one of the best burn doctors available, and scheduled for life saving, emergency surgery. Even while waiting for her operation she continued to worsen. Finally she was in surgery where 70%+ of her skin was removed to prevent widespread, fatal infections from overcoming her. I won’t go into all the details, but here are the miracles of this terrible day.
Divine intervention put her exactly where she needed to be.
Divine intervention put her in the care she needed at exactly the time when it was most critical that she be there. Her operation shouldn’t have been one minute sooner or later than it was for the best possible outcome.
Miracles of medical knowledge, technology, and faith combined that night to save a young girl’s life. Even a few years ago she may not have survived this.
Tomorrow I will cover the even greater miracle given to us on this day.
My husband lost his job, again. It was devastating, again.
The day before they let him go I had just paid the rest of the bills for the month. The very next work day he got a phone call that someone needed a piano tune that afternoon, so we have gas money for another week as well. It isn’t a replacement, but I do think it is evidence and hope that the Lord will get us through until the next thing comes along. Hope brings faith, faith brings miracles?
Blessings that come from paying a tithe are sometimes obvious, but more often I believe they are a lot less obvious. Thanks to Elder Bednar for reminding us of that this last October. There is no promise that we will not have financial trials, nor escape the worries that come with living in such a cash worshiping society. The promise is that when we trust in God we will not be left in bondage nor will we be left alone once all is said and done.
My little observation for today is something that I believe is a testimony to that. Long story short, both my husband and myself had a few unpaid weeks in December. It was a little unsettling and more than a little tight, but not catastrophic. We had been able to prepare Christmas early, and just needed to hold on until January. During that time our dishwasher went out. It had already been “fixed” five times that year and was completely finished. I hate doing dishes by hand, and so do my kids, but with no other option and nine people in the home, we did a lot of dishes. The cool part was that before we were able to get back to work in January and start collecting paychecks, we were still able to replace the dishwasher with absolutely no financial sacrifices on our part. I love having a dishwasher again. I know that how we found it, how it was paid for, and the relatively short time we did without were all direct consequences of paying the Lord his portion first.
Today I am going to try to be grateful for the difficulties in life.
Perfect example happened this morning. We had the car checked yesterday to be sure it would be ready for a road trip over Thanksgiving. It had been running rough and we needed to find the problem before we left. We found a “bubble” in one of the tires that was about ready to blow. Cash being a little low, my husband put the spare on and decided that would work for now. He then ran off to an appointment. He didn’t even make it there before the spare tire decided to blow. He had not bothered to put the bad tire back in the car so he can’t do anything about being stranded on the side of the road. Here is where the gratitude comes in. Driving older cars, and previous difficulties have taught us to always carry towing and roadside assistance. At least we knew enough to be somewhat prepared for this problem. It would be miserable to not be able to learn from past problems. And I guess I should be grateful that it blew out before we headed out on the road.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. May your holiday plans be blow-out free.