louis33705
BSB Addict
I know this forum is about us to be able to share our life experiences. I feel comfortable sharing the following story with you about what has transpired with my friend and neighbor, Rich, over the past year.
A year ago this month, Rich came knocking at my door. He asked me if I had some bay leaves. He said he was sure he had food poisoning and read on the internet that bay tea could sooth the symptoms. The poor man was doubled over in severe pain. When I asked him how long he had been sick he told me it had been going on for 3-4 days. I explained I had had food poisoning twice and never experienced the pain he was having. I gave him the bay leaves and he went back to his trailer. In the meantime, I called Linda (who our family refers to her as Dr. Grandma). She was concerned over what I told her and said she needed to talk to Rich. I walked over to Rich's and handed him my phone and waited outside while they spoke. Rich eventually came out and said that Linda insisted he go to the Emergency Room immediately. I drove Rich to the nearest hospital and sat with him while they did all kinds of test and scans. Rich had a ruptured intestine and they did emergency surgery that night. After a little over a week he finally came home but with a colostomy bag attached to his lower abdomen. A few months ago he was readmitted to the hospitall to have the procedure reversed. Before his second admission, he filled out papers listing me and Linda as surrogates that in the event things did not go right and he wound up on life support, we had the power of attorney to have the equipment turned off. I drove him for his second surgery to Tampa, 50 miles away from where we live. I stayed with him for a few hours and then returned home. Late that afternoon I got a call from his doctor telling me Rich had had major complications and needed to return to surgery. He wanted my permission to do so. Of course, I said yes. He eventually came home but with a second bag attached to his belly.
This morning I drove Rich back to the hospital at 5 am for his third surgery. I was able to talk to him at 2 pm this afternoon and he told me everything went well. He he will able to return home in about a week and without a bag hanging off his side.
My purpose for sharing this story is to show that friends do for each other what friends do, without thought or hesitation. We are not creatures who when we get sick or wounded merely go into the forest and die. There is always someone there beside us, whether is be a family member, friend, or even a stranger who will not abandon us in the forest.
That is the power of the human Spirit
Thank you for allowing me to post my story..
Love,
Louis
A year ago this month, Rich came knocking at my door. He asked me if I had some bay leaves. He said he was sure he had food poisoning and read on the internet that bay tea could sooth the symptoms. The poor man was doubled over in severe pain. When I asked him how long he had been sick he told me it had been going on for 3-4 days. I explained I had had food poisoning twice and never experienced the pain he was having. I gave him the bay leaves and he went back to his trailer. In the meantime, I called Linda (who our family refers to her as Dr. Grandma). She was concerned over what I told her and said she needed to talk to Rich. I walked over to Rich's and handed him my phone and waited outside while they spoke. Rich eventually came out and said that Linda insisted he go to the Emergency Room immediately. I drove Rich to the nearest hospital and sat with him while they did all kinds of test and scans. Rich had a ruptured intestine and they did emergency surgery that night. After a little over a week he finally came home but with a colostomy bag attached to his lower abdomen. A few months ago he was readmitted to the hospitall to have the procedure reversed. Before his second admission, he filled out papers listing me and Linda as surrogates that in the event things did not go right and he wound up on life support, we had the power of attorney to have the equipment turned off. I drove him for his second surgery to Tampa, 50 miles away from where we live. I stayed with him for a few hours and then returned home. Late that afternoon I got a call from his doctor telling me Rich had had major complications and needed to return to surgery. He wanted my permission to do so. Of course, I said yes. He eventually came home but with a second bag attached to his belly.
This morning I drove Rich back to the hospital at 5 am for his third surgery. I was able to talk to him at 2 pm this afternoon and he told me everything went well. He he will able to return home in about a week and without a bag hanging off his side.
My purpose for sharing this story is to show that friends do for each other what friends do, without thought or hesitation. We are not creatures who when we get sick or wounded merely go into the forest and die. There is always someone there beside us, whether is be a family member, friend, or even a stranger who will not abandon us in the forest.
That is the power of the human Spirit
Thank you for allowing me to post my story..
Love,
Louis