In many ways this time of isolation is not far removed from how we have been living cautiously since my transplant, just more comprehensive. We do miss being together with family and friends, but we do what we can with them to compensate.
Easter has long been a special time for me; its reality, its humanity, its ultimate victory. This year it had even more meaning as we reflected on this time last year. On Good Friday last, after having a liter of fluid removed from around each of my lungs, I asked the pulmonologist about my prognosis. He said that they were treating me with the most powerful antibiotics they had, and I had two more days for them to kick in, or I would either have to go on a ventilator or let the pneumonia take me.
My family was there, and we talked about it as we had all along. As ever, we were reconciled to wherever our Father chose to take us next. Earlier in the day I had asked if some friends could come visit, although I didn't have a particular reason. That evening i told them what was going on, and in many ways it was a provisional parting.
The next morning Dr. Agamah said that I needed IV immunoglobulin, which was administered, along with all my other medications, antibiotics and treatments. We spent a normal day as a family in the hospital, while wondering what would come next and when.
On Easter Sunday, I woke up feeling like a new man. I didn't have my strength back nor was the pain gone, but I felt bright and alive. It was an incredible feeling, and one I was thrilled to share with my family.and eventually friends. It was wondrous, as was my going home less than two weeks later. The adventure has continued from there.
We live because He lives. Here and now, now and forever. What a beautiful, glorious gift!
Your smile is great to see! So glad Easter was celebrated this year so wonderfully!
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