Over the past three weeks, I believed my husband’s health had reached a critical point, that his heart and kidneys had hit bottom. Being a diabetic since the age of ten, his body has been exposed to a series of failures. On April 18th, the doctors in the hospital cardiac ward declared the diagnosis of congestive heart failure and kidney dysfunction. They advised he had two options. Risk the angioplasty procedure (which would impact his kidneys due to the dyes toxic effect). The risk of death during the procedure was significant. The other option was to settle for treatment through pharmaceutical intervention and prepare for a steady decline. Both gave little hope.
Ralph agonized over the choices but then bravely chose to risk the procedure.
Following the procedure it appeared that his condition worsened to the point that he could do nothing without causing extreme shortness of breath, chest pain, and a myriad of other side effects, including kidney shutdown. From April 29th to yesterday, we feared the worst. Ralph wanted to die. His symptoms seemed to be immune to the medication to counteract them.
Then, during the last few days, I reached out to friends and acquaintances for prayers and comforting thoughts. Something dramatic took place. A miracle.
Yesterday, he managed to walk to our table under his own power. His face had color, his eyes were clear and focused, his voice strong. I remarked to him that he looked so good. That he, perhaps, had turned the corner away from failing health. He confirmed that he had slept very well and his symptoms seemed to be easing up. I dared to hope. This morning, he looks even better. He’s even getting feisty again.
Thank you to everyone who sent prayers and healing thoughts. Well done! Just wanted to let you know that each of you helped perform a miracle. Thank you so very much.