What an eventful and emotional last two weeks. I will just have to start at the beginning to fill everyone in. Two weeks ago, Thursday, Brandon woke up having a gallbladder attack. At the time we didn’t know that it was his gallbladder. After 5 hours of pain I finally got Brandon in the truck and headed for the closest emergency room. Thank God it was only 12 miles from the house. Brandon could not stand any more pain. He gets ushered into the emergency room and I get sent to Registration. Word of advice, have a cheat sheet with you at all times with all information that you would need already on it so you can just hand the registrar your paper and you won’t forget any valuable information. I was so flustered I was thankful I had it all written down.
I sit in waiting room for a little over an hour before they roll him past me lying on a hospital bed in a hospital gown and all they say is, “We are taking him to this room on the left to run some test.” TEST? What kind of test? What are you looking for? I am really nervous by this time so I start making phone calls. So after another 30 or so minutes they come out with him and roll him back to the emergency room. They then come tell me I can come back and see him. They ran an ultra-sound of his stomach and found that he had many gallstones and they were calling the on call surgeon. We then find out that he has to have his gallbladder removed and is scheduled for the following day. We do all the pre-op stuff and head home for the night with some really good pain pills.
Friday morning arrives and we get to the hospital around 10. Two of our faithful church members come to sit with me during the surgery. Praise God! During which I get the phone call that Brandon’s Grandpa Luther is fading fast and Hospice says it will only be hours before he passes away. Surgeon meets with me after the surgery is complete and says that it is such a good thing that we took the gallbladder out that day because it was dying and Brandon could have gotten much much worse really quick. He snapped back from the anestesa pretty well and we were able to return home that evening.
That night we got the call that Grandpa Luther went home to be with the Lord at 12:20. Got permission from surgeon and hit the road Saturday. Broke the 8 hour trip into two days but with stopping every 1 to 1 1/2 hours to make Brandon walk and trying to take it easy it turned into an 11 hour trip.
Grandpa Luther’s funeral was a wonderful home going celebration! Uncle Jim started it off with a few kind words. Brandon and Uncle Jim sang a wonderful duet ‘There is No Secret’! Very powerful! Brandon then took a few moments to reflect on his granddaddy's life and what he has taught all of us! Then Pastor Cutshaw finished the ceremony off with a great message!
The grave side was precious also! Each daughter had a rose that they lay on their Daddy’s casket! All the grandchildren and great grandchildren then sang “Amazing Grace”! That also was very powerful and a tear jerker.
It was great to see family and friends! We made it back home to Batesville, OH on Friday. Just in time to see the snow. It snowed a lot but never stuck to the ground. It was beautiful and very calming.
It has been a trying two weeks but very thankful for my God who is always with me and will never leave me and has gone before me.
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