DYSCRASIA: DAD IS LIVING AS HE DIES AND DYING AS HE LIVES
Suely, Ana and I are just back home from the ICU. It’s 3 a.m.
At about 6 p.m. the doctors noticed that Dad had started bleeding for no apparent reason.
Dr. Marcel called us and asked us to hurry to the hospital because this negative factor had arisen, and Dad would have to be operated on again to avoid further complications. They wanted to find out the cause of the bleeding.
From the operating room, Dr. Marcel called me and said that Dad’s vital signs were all very good, and there seemed to be no infections. Later on, he called again and said he did not have good news: Dad had been diagnosed with dyscrasia.
Dyscrasia is a general disorder of the blood that can cause the patient to bleed to death. See further information on the link: http://www.ecureme.com/emyhealth/Pediatrics/Blood_Dyscrasia.asp
They decided to keep his abdomen open, protected by a special screen. In this way they will be able to keep applying ice compresses to the most injured areas (the abdomen, the prostatic lodge, the two kidneys operated on and, finally, the intestine). Meanwhile, he needs to receive as much blood as necessary.
For the first time the doctor came to me and said, “Now, at his age, only by miracle.”
Hours later, he was taken back to the ICU.
We had seen him inert, bleeding, with the tube inserted, when he was taken to the operating room. I was hurt and shocked to see that angel of God bleeding. It reminded me of a picture of Jesus laid down, His side pierced by a spear, His body covered by blood, His skin death macerated due to the massive blood loss.
Suely, Ana and I were allowed into the ICU, and it felt as if they had done it as a farewell allowance.
I approached him and said to him—to his spirit—everything I know he would say to me. We laid our hands on him and prayed for the good, pleasing and perfect will of the Lord. But we also asked God to rescue him from this new region of the shadow of death, stopping the dyscrasia and giving him the chance to recover and come back home.
Another doctor came to us meaning to prepare us for the worse. He did not know that “the worse” hasn’t meant anything to us for a long time. We are people of life and hope, and since long ago death has lost any meaning to us. Even if Dad departs now, this will not change.
I entered the restroom and my heart fell prostrate before the God of Moriah. I worshiped God in spirit with the silent companion of my father, who was in the adjoining “bowl”.
“Death is yours”, Paul said, and this is how we see it!
From the car I called Dr. Marcel and expressed all our thankfulness and reverence to him, no matter the outcome.
Back home, we comforted our loving Mom.
Suely took Mom to sleep in her home; Ana went home; and I am here, at the home of my beautiful “oldsters”, just walking round and round. At peace, although flooded with emotions.
I fervently desire his recover not only because of the sublime love that has nourished us our entire lives but also because of my mother, for, in fact, I want him to be back home and had some time (it doesn’t matter how long) to be with us and eventually say goodbye, just the way I know our souls have learned to experience in God’s Grace. Yes! Something like to die while singing, for example.
“Lord, the one you love is sick!”
“This sickness will not end in death,” He said, but Lazarus died.
Therefore, I know that this sickness will not end in dead even if Dad is gone, because to him, the sicknesses that end in death have died long ago.
“It is for the glory of God”, and how His glory has been manifested!
Whether tomorrow is a day of funeral or Good News, the day belongs to God—today, tomorrow, or any other day. Therefore, I say beforehand, “This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it”.
If you are still up, please pray, at peace, that the Kingdom is manifested whatever the situation, as it has been manifested already. You can tell the power of the Kingdom there from the impact that Dad’s life has caused in that hospital so far.
Even half-dead he speaks through the spirit and the peace that flows from him!
I talked to his spirit and I am sure he listened. I felt a special, different tremble when I told him I knew that deep down he was listening to me. He and I always did this when ministering to people in a similar condition. He was the one who taught me that even in a coma, the communication with the person’s deep self is possible.
Whatever our bread tomorrow is, the Lord knows that we will eat it with gratitude, because all we desire is to feed on the Will that is always good.
In Him, who loves his friends and tells them that death cannot kill them any longer,
PS: It is 5 a.m. now (Brasilia time).
The bleeding has decreased and he has opened his eyes. His belly is open (covered with a screen), he is under sedation, a plastic tube is in his throat, and… his eyes are open wide!
No one at the ICU can believe it.
“Mr. Caio, he is a warrior! God alone has the final say, isn’t it? I’m calling the staff to see it. God alone! Let’s keep praying, Mr Caio. God alone!... — Hilton has just said to me.
Let us pray!
From the original “DISCRASIA: Papai está vivendo morrendo e morrendo vivendo!”
A rather summarized translation by F. R. Castelo Branco | August 2007