A few seconds went by while Marty waited for the ambulance. Suddenly the door swung wide without a knock and my son's friend, Alan entered with teeth bared and ready for a fight. He had no idea who Marty was or what he was doing in my apartment.
The paramedics rushed in, gurney in hand, unprepared for the scene before them. Two very protective angry men standing over me, nose-to-nose loudly inquiring who each other was. Someone from the medical team stepped between them and asked my name and how the two of them were connected to me.
As each explained who they were, tempers cooled and emotions turned to concern. The paramedics got me loaded quickly without giving a break down of my condition to my two heroes (because neither was family).
When Glory arrived at the hospital the diagnosis was kidney failure, since mine wasn't working, the medicine I take four times a day was building up in my system causing an overdose; I had also stopped breathing and a tube had to be placed down my throat to keep my airways open. Once again they weren't sure I'd make it...
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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