My father was becoming a little confused, I was under the impression it was due to the lactic acid levels from his liver (as per his doctor). He was taking medication to care for this. I took him to a hospital on an early Monday morning (March 11, 2019) His main complaint was body aches. Within 5hrs they sent him home. He slept mostly for 2 days. Fell on Wednesday. Went to the ER of another hospital via ambulance. “Sepsis in the emergency room” was what we heard over the intercom while my dad was having a CT.
The woman in the other curtain was very upset hearing that. I myself have never heard of it really before that day. She knew well what it was, and was worried that she had sepsis. Few minutes passed and she is being moved. The nurse comes in and starts setting up machines. It was my dad! He had sepsis. Still not really sure of this; we are just going along with everything. Little did we know this was going to be the most difficult times for us. They thought the source might have been his gall bladder. My dad was our world. Any time you needed something, he was the man to call. Only 68 years young, 2 days shy of his 69 birthday when he passed. I feel like I never got to repay him for everything he has done for me.
The next morning (Thursday March 14, 2019), the hospital called to remove my dad’s gall bladder and needed consent from my mother. Few hours later, we arrive at the hospital. They said everything went fine but he was having a hard time keeping his blood pressure up. She was able to see him for just a few minutes while he was still in recovery. Around 6pm he was able to get a room in the ICU. From there everything began to spiral downhill. I knew what was going on at this point. He was having a hard time catching his breath. He was looking like a fish out of water. He would respond when my sister said, “Daddy I love you!” he would say “I love you too.” Few times he began to fight, “I need to get up! Let me get up!” He wasn’t able to focus.
Elvis, my dad’s nurse, when we would ask him questions said we didn’t have to worry about my dad’s oxygen unless his saturation got in the 80s, not even a second later it was in the 80s. We start panicking. The other nurse kicked us out so they could get him where he needed to be. He was stable. Late through the night they needed to intubate him. By the morning I got a knock on my door. “Jessie we need to get down to the hospital.” I stayed with my dad and held his hand the entire time. He was on 4 different BP meds, a mild sedative and of course he was intubated. This was so difficult. But I wouldn’t be right if I didn’t tell you of the glory of our God. How awesome is He. and no matter what (John 3:16) he who believes in the Lord will not perish but have ever lasting life through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Although I miss my daddy deeply, I know that everything is the way that it was supposed to be. I love my dad, but the good Lord loves him more. I am still mad and upset and it hurts so bad that he is not here with us any more. But because of my dad, although he is absent from the body he is present with the Lord 2cor 5:8. So although I am here letting you know my dad’s story about sepsis, I’ll let you know that Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the light. RIP Daddy `James aka Jimmy` March 17, 1950-March 15, 2019