When we got to Blake’s room he looked different. His neck was very swollen. The nurses weren’t exactly sure why. We waited for the doctor to come. We were expecting him to be so excited about the CT scan results. That was not the case. When he arrived, he basically told us that we had been misinformed … his words were “the Blake you knew no longer is with us, if he lives we will have to remove both of his legs and he will be blind and will most likely never wake up”. Randy and I were in shock, we told him that was not what the doctor told us yesterday. She said he could overcome this. Again, he said that was not the case. One thing I remember so clearly, he (the doctor) grabbed my hand and padded it and actually said to me…”but, you have your faith”. It was like he was mocking my faith. I wanted to slap him. What if that had been his son lying in that bed….how would he have felt.
Randy demanded a second opinion. We did get a second opinion but, that doctor agreed with the other one. Our Blake was gone.
A nurse came in and took us into a small room. There another doctor tried to explain Blake’s condition. He was so kind….he had actually lost a son. He knew our pain.
When we returned to the waiting room, it was filled with family and friends. Again, we formed a circle and prayed.
We went in to be with Blake and his condition was going down hill very quickly. His organs were beginning to shut down. The time was nearing…Jesus was calling him home.
Blake’s room was full of people. I remember placing my hand on his heart and telling him we would be ok. The tears were rolling down my cheek onto his hand. I was there the first time I heard his heart beat and I was there the last time I heard his heart beat.
Uncle John began singing, and slowly my sweet boy went to be with Jesus. So quietly…so peacefully. We did not have to turn the machines off…God simply took him home.