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Topic: Year(s) (01/20/11)
By Justina Page
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Despite our greatest efforts, everyone doesn’t make it. Tragically the house collapses before my husband is able to get our twin son Amos out. I and the other twin are severely injured in the process. We lose every earthly possession in a matter of minutes. I drift in and out of oblivion. The paramedics try their best to arouse me – “Breathe”, he says “please breathe baby!” Tears are slipping down his face. I know that the candid display of raw emotion shown by this male paramedic cannot be good. I hear extreme panic in his voice. Then I hear another voice, an unearthly voice similar to a fearful wild animal – it is my twin son Benjamin. I cannot bear the thought of Benjamin feeling the horrific pain I am experiencing. I pass out succumbing to utter darkness.
My eyes slowly open and they are as heavy as lead. I awake from a six week coma, intubated, disoriented, and in excruciating pain. It is insanely hard to focus. What is this large obstruction down my throat? Suddenly I feel like I am losing my grasp on life – I feel the eerie nearness of death. Where in the world am I? Where is my family – my husband and my sons? I plummet into a full blown panic attack. The fire. Who lived? Who died? The pain is severe – it hurts to think. I have lost the ability to do anything on my own. My orderly world is out of control and I am not in command of anything.
The ICU nurse must have notified my husband that I was awake. I hear footsteps approaching the door. I am unable to turn my head toward him, but I know it is him. I am all too familiar with his presence. I feel love and concern flowing from him before he even touches me. He is cautious and very gentle. The depth of his love uplifts my spirit instantaneously. We look into each other's eyes determined to be strong. For a fleeting moment everything is ok. He begins to speak but I cannot hear him. My thoughts and faith are battling. The strong facade is fading. I am tumbling out of control again. He cannot see the sudden descent of my courage. It all takes place inside. I know he would have saved me from this free-fall if he had known it was happening, but the descent is concealed.
It has been five days since I have awakened to a living Hell. The nurses will load me on the cart and wheel me to the debreeding room. Their faces will be compassionate. They know this will hurt badly but they must do what they have to. The first few milligrams of morphine will be administered. A deceitful peace is felt and quickly dissipates with the first scrub. Everyone is dreadfully afraid. I am afraid also - very afraid. Unfortunately, I cannot communicate the depths of my despair and anxiety. I can only lay there enveloped in a blanket of dread tied down by a mass of lines and tubes. Wondering, what type of existence is this, who can help me...where, is my God?
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