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said.
EIGHT RAGING AT GOD
Five minutes later, a white-coated man emerged from the imaging lab. I dont remember his name, but I remember that his name tag said Radiologist.
Your son has a ruptured appendix, he said. He needs emergency surgery. Theyre ready for you in surgical prep now. Follow me.
Astonished, Sonja and I fell in behind him. Heat surged in my temples. A burst appendix? Hadnt the doctor in Imperial ruled that out?
In the surgical prep room, Sonja laid Colton on a gurney, kissed his forehead, and stepped away as a nurse closed in with an IV bag and a needle. Immediately, Colton began to scream and thrash. I stood at my sons head and held his shoulders down, trying to soothe him with my voice. Sonja returned to Coltons side, crying openly as she kept trying to brace his left arm and leg with her body.
When I looked up, the prep room was crowded with men and women in white coats and scrubs. The surgeon is here, one of them said, gently. If youll step out and talk with him, well take over in here.
Reluctantly, we stepped through the curtain, Colton screaming, Pleeease, Daddy! Dont go!
In the hallway, Dr. Timothy OHolleran waited for us. Dr. OHolleran was the doctor who had performed the mastectomy on me four months earlier. Now his features were set in grim horizontal lines.
He didnt waste words. Coltons appendix has ruptured. Hes not in good shape. Were going to go in and try to clean him out.
On the other side of the curtain, Colton was still screaming. Daddy! Daaadd-eeee!
Gritting my teeth, I shut out the sound and tried to focus on the doctor.
We asked about a burst appendix in Imperial, Sonja said. They ruled it out.
My brain skipped over the past and looked toward the future, angling for hope. How do you think hell do? I said.
Weve got to go in and clean him out. Well know more when we open him up.
The spaces between his words rang in my ears like alarm bells as Coltons screams rang down the halls. In response to a direct question, the doctor had specifically not given us any assurances. In fact, the only thing he had said about Colton was that he was in bad shape. My mind flashed back to the moment Sonja called me in Greeley from Imperial to tell me Coltons fever had broken, and that they were on their way. What had seemed like the end of a stomach flu had more likely been the first sign of a ruptured appendix. That meant poison had been filling our little boys belly for five days. That tally explained the shadow of death we saw on him now. And it explained why Dr. OHolleran had not offered us any hope.
The doctor nodded toward the noise spilling from the prep room. I think itll work better if we take him back to surgery and sedate him, then put in the IV.
He stepped over to the curtain and I heard him give the order. A few moments later, two nurses wheeled the gurney through the curtain, and I saw Colton writhing. He twisted his tiny form, turning his head until he locked onto me with his sunken eyes. Daddy! Dont let them take meeee!
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When everybodys freaking out, they all look to Dad especially when Dads a pastor. Now I was finally in a room where no one was looking at me, and I began raging at God.
Where are you? Is this how you treat your pastors?! Is it even worth it to serve you?
Back and forth, I paced the room, which seemed to close in on me, shrinking as surely as Coltons options were shrinking. Over and over a single image assaulted me: Colton being wheeled away, his arms stretched out, screaming for me to save him.
Thats when it hit me. We waited too long. I might never see my son alive again.
Tears of rage flooded my eyes, spilled onto my cheeks. After the leg, the kidney stones, the mastectomy, this is how youre going to let me celebrate the end of my time of testing? I yelled at God. Youre going to take my son?
NINE MINUTES LIKE GLACIERS
Fifteen minutes later, maybe more, I emerged from that room dry-eyed. It had been the
EIGHT RAGING AT GOD
Five minutes later, a white-coated man emerged from the imaging lab. I dont remember his name, but I remember that his name tag said Radiologist.
Your son has a ruptured appendix, he said. He needs emergency surgery. Theyre ready for you in surgical prep now. Follow me.
Astonished, Sonja and I fell in behind him. Heat surged in my temples. A burst appendix? Hadnt the doctor in Imperial ruled that out?
In the surgical prep room, Sonja laid Colton on a gurney, kissed his forehead, and stepped away as a nurse closed in with an IV bag and a needle. Immediately, Colton began to scream and thrash. I stood at my sons head and held his shoulders down, trying to soothe him with my voice. Sonja returned to Coltons side, crying openly as she kept trying to brace his left arm and leg with her body.
When I looked up, the prep room was crowded with men and women in white coats and scrubs. The surgeon is here, one of them said, gently. If youll step out and talk with him, well take over in here.
Reluctantly, we stepped through the curtain, Colton screaming, Pleeease, Daddy! Dont go!
In the hallway, Dr. Timothy OHolleran waited for us. Dr. OHolleran was the doctor who had performed the mastectomy on me four months earlier. Now his features were set in grim horizontal lines.
He didnt waste words. Coltons appendix has ruptured. Hes not in good shape. Were going to go in and try to clean him out.
On the other side of the curtain, Colton was still screaming. Daddy! Daaadd-eeee!
Gritting my teeth, I shut out the sound and tried to focus on the doctor.
We asked about a burst appendix in Imperial, Sonja said. They ruled it out.
My brain skipped over the past and looked toward the future, angling for hope. How do you think hell do? I said.
Weve got to go in and clean him out. Well know more when we open him up.
The spaces between his words rang in my ears like alarm bells as Coltons screams rang down the halls. In response to a direct question, the doctor had specifically not given us any assurances. In fact, the only thing he had said about Colton was that he was in bad shape. My mind flashed back to the moment Sonja called me in Greeley from Imperial to tell me Coltons fever had broken, and that they were on their way. What had seemed like the end of a stomach flu had more likely been the first sign of a ruptured appendix. That meant poison had been filling our little boys belly for five days. That tally explained the shadow of death we saw on him now. And it explained why Dr. OHolleran had not offered us any hope.
The doctor nodded toward the noise spilling from the prep room. I think itll work better if we take him back to surgery and sedate him, then put in the IV.
He stepped over to the curtain and I heard him give the order. A few moments later, two nurses wheeled the gurney through the curtain, and I saw Colton writhing. He twisted his tiny form, turning his head until he locked onto me with his sunken eyes. Daddy! Dont let them take meeee!
Heaven is for real
Page: 15
When everybodys freaking out, they all look to Dad especially when Dads a pastor. Now I was finally in a room where no one was looking at me, and I began raging at God.
Where are you? Is this how you treat your pastors?! Is it even worth it to serve you?
Back and forth, I paced the room, which seemed to close in on me, shrinking as surely as Coltons options were shrinking. Over and over a single image assaulted me: Colton being wheeled away, his arms stretched out, screaming for me to save him.
Thats when it hit me. We waited too long. I might never see my son alive again.
Tears of rage flooded my eyes, spilled onto my cheeks. After the leg, the kidney stones, the mastectomy, this is how youre going to let me celebrate the end of my time of testing? I yelled at God. Youre going to take my son?
NINE MINUTES LIKE GLACIERS
Fifteen minutes later, maybe more, I emerged from that room dry-eyed. It had been the
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