They say things come in threes. We are glad it’s Monday. Last weekend’s triple-header was a little overwhelming.
On Saturday, I was in the BMT clinic receiving my daily meds and had a low-grade fever. The fever wasn’t high enough to be admitted, but while Paul and I sat in the infusion room, we received a call that Megan had fallen 15 feet off a rope swing at a friends cabin and had broken her femur.
The paramedics took Megan to Primary Children’s Hospital and five hours of surgery, one titanium rod, three screws, and a few stitches later, she was back together.
While Paul was waiting outside Megan’s operating room, my fever had spiked and the doctors asked me to check into the University of Utah Hospital BMT Intensive Care Unit. By 7 p.m. Saturday night Megan was out of surgery and both Megan and I were checking into our hospital rooms at the same time. By late Saturday night and into Sunday, my fevers were running in a four hour cycle of spiking at 104, bringing it down with Tylenol and rising again as the Tylenol wore off.
Back in Mexico, our youngest Neal had developed a severe croup and was having difficulty breathing. It was one year ago, that Paul made a 2 a.m. visit to a Mexico emergency room for Neal’s croup. Last night his little voice could barely eek out “Dad, I’m sick”. Croup is manageable if you know what to do, but if you don’t, it can be scary. Tami was briefed on croup and our friends in Mexico came over for additional training on how to make a steam tent, which medicines to give him and gave Neal a blessing.
Paul did what Paul does best. He remained calm and took care of his family. The only bonus for him was the skywalk connecting the University of Utah Hospital with Primary Children’s Hospital. For the next three days, Paul walked back and forth between the hospitals, checking on his high-maintenance girls.
Needless to say, the angels living among us kicked into high gear. Esther and James took care of Megan’s paramedic transport to the hospital and stayed to make sure she was in good hands. Sondra and her husband came up to help. Sharon thought of everything and brought it, taking turns caring for me and Megan. Our dear friend Parley Williams, was the resident on duty at the Primary Children’s Hospital and was one of the doctors watching over Megan.
Megan had many visitors with wonderful care packages; Nancy and Dusty, Kristin and Sadie, Joel and Lani and their daughters, Jayson and Michelle and Alysia and Sean and their kids, and the Peery family.
Thank you for your great love and support. We are the recipients of love in action.
Paul and Jenny