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Topic: White (10/29/09)
TITLE: Life's Unexpected Twists and Trials
By Shilo Goodson
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Eleven months after we got married, it seemed like our lives were headed towards the life Iíd imagined . Our twin boys were born. Marcus was finishing his last year of medical school and had secured a great residency. We were even looking into purchasing our first home. It was the home of my dreams complete with my dream white picket fence. Then reality hit. Connor, one of our newborn sons, was born with several allergies. Because of an allergy to dog hair, the dog we had planned to get was no longer an option. Because of his allergy to peanut butter, the sandwiches I had planned for my children were also no longer a reality. I was devastated. To add to that, soon after their birth, we discovered that our other son, Jeffery, had some heart problems. We even decided that because of the medical bills, we werenít going to be able to afford to buy a house yet.
Instead of the white picket fence of my dreams, I found my life filled with the white coats of doctors. Because of the many surgeries that Jeffery had to endure beginning soon after his birth, clean, white, sterilized rooms came to represent our lives. Between Connorís constantly newly discovered allergies that resulted in quite a few trips to the emergency room and Jefferyís surgeries, in their first year of life, the twins spent more time at the hospital than their father. Yet, through my faith and prayers, I was able to handle all the trials that were sent my way. That was until today.
Today I got a call from the hospital. It wasnít about either of the twins. In the four years since they were born, I have come to accept that there will be many trips to the hospital, but I have also come to trust the doctors and nurses. No, this call was about Marcus. On his way out of work tonight, he was shot. Even now, I donít know all the details. From what I understand, one of Marcusí patients overdosed on medication prescribed to them by Marcus, and a family member blamed Marcus. I guess I should at least be grateful that Marcus was in the parking lot of the hospital when it happened and that someone else saw it happen. The shooter was caught, but things arenít looking good for my husband.
No one said anything to me about Marcusí condition when I rushed into the hospital, but Iíve been around enough doctors and nurses in the last few years to understand that the looks and lack of looks say more than words sometimes. Many of my husbandís closest friends wouldnít even make eye contact with me when I ran into the waiting room over two hours ago. I think that hurt more than if they had told me that my husband probably wasnít going to make it.
I find myself praying harder than Iíve ever prayed in my life, and I have definitely prayed hard in my life. I canít be a single parent. I canít raise two young boys on my own. Iím not completely sure of it yet, but I even suspect that thereís another one on the way in a few months. I find myself bargaining with God. Iíll give up my dream white picket fence. We donít even have to ever own our own home. If Marcus can just survive, I wonít complain ever again about the student loans that weíll be paying back for years.
ďHannah?Ē a voice interrupts my bargaining with the Lord.
I look up at Erin, one of the nurses who went in with Marcus for his surgery, and I hold my breath. She whispers some of the most beautiful words in the world.
ďIt looks like heís going to make it.Ē
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