Twelve Months
“LORD my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.” — Psalm 30:2 I missed the exact moment. I guess I'm kind of glad I did. I think it might have been a bit overwhelming, and considering I was at work, I reckon had I started blubbering when the weight of it hit me, someone might have reported me for suspicion of drug use. So it has been exactly a year (and a few hours) since the team of magic workers at Lake Charles Memorial Hospital went outside of their tight protocols and pulled me off the ventilator I had been on for a week. Successfully, I might add. Actually, I probably didn't need to add that. This would have been one amazing blog had it not been successful. Tales from the dark side. Hazy as it was, I have relived—Lord, I love that word—the hours and days following that moment a thousand times over the past year. I am grateful. And mad. Even a little ashamed. The grateful part is easy, obvious. The reality of having both a purpose here on earth and the
