March 2008 Imagine a sub-zero morning at the beginning of March, perhaps -10 degrees. Our day in South Dakota started like all the other workdays. We met in the kitchen after dressing for work to chat a bit before heading out. David told me of an incident that happened to him overnight, yet he didn’t[…]
Surreal… It means “marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream”. That was how it felt to sit this bedside vigil at the hospital I worked at in South Dakota on March 3, 2008, the night my husband went into a coma. The doctors left for the night, one by one, each one telling[…]
David was sent by life flight to Fairview Hospital at University of Minnesota because a pulmonary specialist believed he could pull him out of this devastating health crisis. We all settled in, us women at Raina’s house (David’s mother, daughter Cora, and myself), and David’s son’s (Danny and Jeremy) at an apartment donated by a[…]
A pastor from CC St Paul prayed over David as he lay in a coma in March 2008, and he woke up ten minutes later! That night, his nurse was a woman from Sierra Leone named Fatima. She talked to David all night as she cared for him, telling him about her country, her people,[…]