We finally arrived at St. Joseph hospital and Blake’s friends were waiting on us. They still were waiting for information on Blake. Three doctors walked in the waiting room to tell us an update on Blake. I remember asking them “is he alive?” They said yes, even though they didn’t know how. He had coded 11 times and they were going to give up and they started asking him questions and he was responding. My sweet boy was still there. God answered my prayer….he didn’t die before we got there.
The doctors asked us the strangest question “does Blake use drugs, specifically cocaine?” We told them no, he had just finished his first triathlon 10 days earlier. The doctors said that his friends told them the same thing…Blake never did drugs!!
They began trying to explain to us what was going on with Blake. He had had a heart attack, not because of a heart problem, but a blood problem. Blake’s blood had gotten so thick they compared to glue. Blood clots were in his heart and in his lungs. They told us he was critical. What does that mean, I remember asking. It was so unimaginable…my sweet boy who was the picture of health was fighting for his life. I have never felt so helpless. There was nothing I could do, except pray!!
Finally, Blake got stable enough for us to see him. I remember running down the hallway thinking I would never get there. When I walked in the room, there my sweet boy lay with tubs everywhere…it took my breath away! I went to his bedside and told him that his momma was there. I begged him to fight.
The race he had prepared for all year long really wasn’t the race he was getting for….