17 years ago today Jeff called me up on the phone (we were dating, but only had been together for about 5 months). For the entire month previously, he had been very sick. He'd had a lot of dizziness, nausea and vomiting, and was unable to keep anything down. I'd visited him every few days to keep him company & he'd been in to see the doctor a couple times (and sent home with tylenol). Well, his mom finally decided to take him to a different hospital, and this was where he called me from.
"They say I have a brain tumor", were his words. It was in the equilibrium section of his brain and they would need to operate immediately. They told him that if he had came even one week later that it would have killed him. Before he went in to surgery, they made him sign all kinds of releases. He was made to understand that he possibly wouldn't survive this operation and that if he did survive there were great chances of brain damage. His recovery time would be months, and he could end up essentially, a vegetable.
So he went into surgery. His famous last words to the nurse before he went under were true to his character, "Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids".
He had an experience while he was under, where he saw his Grandpa who had passed away a few years earlier. His Grandpa showed him a graveside, and he saw me and a couple children (a boy and a girl). He understood that it wasn't his time to go yet, and that he needed to go back.
The tumor was the sized of a triple yolked egg with a cyst around it the size of a grapefruit, but luckily it wasn't cancerous.
When he was still unconcious, his mom began to tickle his back (a very relaxing thing in his family). The nurses came running because it was making the monitors go all wacky. A short while later he awoke. Within a matter of days he was joking around with the nurses and walking up and down the halls. They released him 10 days later, with a bald head, staples up the back of his skull, much weight lost, but with a new lease on life.
I believe that Jeff was allowed to survive this experience for a reason. If he hadn't been given the chance to live his life, he would never have had children, we never would have this wonderful eternal relationship, he never would have been baptized, gone to church, or been to the temple. And I have NO CLUE what my life would have been like! Probably not as good as it is now. I'm grateful to have Jeff in my life. He's an incredibly patient, loving, forgiving person. I'm grateful that the Lord saw it fit 10 years ago to give him another chance at living, the allow him to develop himself, to grow, to have a family. So "happy anniversary" Jeff, may you have many more years with us. Your family loves you with all our hearts!
Our favorite fun links!
- Prosser Relief Society
- Vegan Mothering site by Janae Wise
- Prosser Dance Academy
- Grandview MOTS
- Digital kits - digital scrapbooking site
- Create your own playlist!
- Ladies Home Journal
- Favorite christian mothers forum
- A favorite crafting website, and a major source of inspiration for me!
- mormon girl e-mag
- Frugal Living Website