My Angel in the ER always there on my left. Refusing to allow me to take my last breath. I was scared cause of covid they would insist that she leave. And for the next 17 hours She was all I would need. To lift me when I wanted nothing more than to die. My Angels familiar presence made me feel more alive.
When I began to crash they had to cut off my scrubs. Then my Angel explained that pain inflicted was a called a sternum rub. My Angel wasn’t present on Dr’s first try. To implant in my jugular what was necessary to survive. They called an anesthesiologist to get the second try done in a hustle. This time I kept still, she held my hand, I didn’t move a muscle.
She always spoke calmly as she would explain what they would do. Then the next thing I remember was waking in the ICU!! I was feeling scared to look if my Angel had stayed with me. And as she’d promised there she stood , strong, where she said she’d be.
From that moment on my Angel refused to conceive There was only my survival that we would believe
I can’t recall a time since struck with scarlet fever when I was 5. That I was cared for more gently as my Angel fought for my life. Only once I didn’t see my Angel on my left side Until she walked into my room, tears filling her beautiful eyes. I asked her what happened? Why did she suddenly look so sad? Then she told me that a 30% survival was the best chance I had.
Next my Angel gave me a gift that’s impossible to repay. As I watched her comfort my sons after seeing my condition that day. I’m thankful for Matthew, Brandon, Tara, my parents and Angel, Christie and Natalie, whose love filled me enough to awaken. How wrong I had been all the years I thot nobody cared , I was sorely mistaken.
Well they once again said the odds that I live were slight Just as the Priest had arrived to perform the sacrament of Last Rites. It was then in my darkness I saw a lady’s outline shining so grand. Brandon told me later that my Angel told me to reach for her hand. And in that same moment I heard my sons loving pleas. So I pulled back my hand and turned around to leave. When I opened my eyes everyone was frozen in a stare Then they all looked to my Angel so grateful for her being there. My Angel knew I still had an uphill battle left to face. I’m so thankful to my Angel cause I remain in Gods loving grace. It was a few more days before my survival chance did rise I’m so grateful I had my family and Angel I was more certain I recognized.
My Angel in the ER had inspired me with her strength and love. But still I knew my Angel didn’t just arrive from heaven above. I suddenly knew in my heart what I had so far failed to see. Was this the same Angel who protected me at age 3?
It was with love that she protected me tho she was only 6 at that time. My Angel never strayed from her job as if it were assigned. And a job she took seriously not once ever tried to dismiss. The Angel in the ER was Angela, my protector was my Big Sis!!!!