Life Is But A Vapor

Tonight I went to a viewing.   It is times like these that remind you of how short life is.   January 6th was a terrifying day for my family.  My middle son, Judah, almost died.  He was out riding his bicycle when he crashed.  Three houses away, the brake handle had thrust itself through his groin, piercing through his right femoral vein.  In shock he stood and walked home.  Blood running down the front of his pants, he began to get light headed but made it all the way home.  Walking through the garage leaving a trail of blood behind him.  His face was gray.  He didn't yell.  He didn't cry.  He simply said "Mom, I don't feel too good."  I screamed for my husband.  It was so unreal.  I prayed.  We all prayed.  He lost so much blood.  I knew it was bad when the paramedics began talking about life-flighting him.  I had never seen so much blood in my life.  It was all over the floor, it was even on the ceiling.  

I can never express enough gratitude to the people who helped me that day.  Who helped my son.   Eugene, my neighbor, helped my husband stop the bleeding as best as they could until the fire department arrived.  After we left for the hospital, he stayed and cleaned up the blood.  Sandy and Susan cleaned up too.   When I walked out of my house it looked like a murder scene.  You would have thought there was no way someone survived.  Deanne drove me to the hospital - I was in no condition to drive.  Engine 25 from the Ocoee Fire Department arrived first.  We have been back to the firehouse to thank them.  It was a great experience.  The hospital, Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital, was the best!  I can never say enough good about the staff there.  His vascular surgeon, Dr. Charles Thompson, was amazing.  He repaired his vein by taking part of one of his other veins and patching the femoral vein.  

Judah spent a week in Arnold Palmer.  There are so many other people who touched our lives during that time.  I appreciate all of them.

It made me realize that life is but a vapor.  It can be 

gone in a moment.  I am glad our lives are in the hands of God.  He has a purpose for Judah.  It was not his time to go.  I am so thankful.  

It has been 6 months and he is doing great.  He will always have issues to deal with because of the accident, but over all they are minor aches and pains.  This picture is of Judah and his ICU Nurse.  She was great!

Make sure you hug the ones you love.  Cherish your time.

My today,

Christy