A Father’s Love

Oh where should I begin.

A little over 2 months ago my dad began experiencing some health problems. You see, he’s battled psoriasis for the past 6 or 8 years or so. It’s never been fun, and it has always been on the sever side, typically most of his body being affected at least some. It has fluctuated over the years… new medicines would make it better, but then it would wear off, and it would just even out, and sometimes it would just get really bad. So back to where I was, he began experiencing some swelling in his legs, pain and his psoriasis was flaring up, so he did what any person should do and went to the doctor to see if they could help with the swelling. They prescribed him a medication that should have brought the swelling down.

This medication had sulfa in it, and my dad is allergic to sulfa. But they thought it was such a small amount it wouldn’t bother him. 

On the day I got engaged my dad went to the ER due to no improvement and his situation actually was worse. Honestly it all went down hill from here. 

On December 14th dad went to the hospital due to the swelling increasing and no longer being able to move around and care for himself. The hospital was at a loss and wanted to transfer him to a burn unit that could better care for his skin. So they decided to send him to Cabell Huntington Hospital.

[note: I’m back at college dealing with the end of the semester and finals, talk about stress]

Once there, the doctors tried to figure out what was going on. The first guess was Stephen Johnsons Syndrome, which let me tell you, don’t google it. Especially if someone you know might have it, or at all because you will be paranoid. It’s bad, and I was scared. But thankfully, they were able to eventually rule that out after a biopsy. 

I’m going to be honest, dad was scary looking. He was swollen, his skin was completely red/purple, and it looked like he was missing the whole outer layer of his skin. Oh, and don’t even get me started on his eyes. 

He was getting better and then getting worse and getting better and getting worse. 

It was exhausting, and honestly quite scary as an oldest child but still being so young. I’m so beyond thankful for my extended family that stepped up and helped us all. 

The doctors kept testing, and guessing. They do call it practicing medicine, and it was frustrating because I felt like it was just that, practice. I don’t think there was ever an official diagnosis.

Christmas in the hospital was one I’ll be glad to forget, and my wisdom teeth removal a few days later makes that week or so somewhat of a blur.

Time at home came to a close and I knew I would have to be heading back to school soon, and my dad was not getting any better. He was worse. They put him on a breathing machine, and then decided a ventilator would be best. Shortly before heading back to school I got to tell him I loved him through tears as they were getting ready to put him on the vent. 

Going back to school was hard. Really hard. I didn’t want to go to class, I didn’t want to plan a wedding,  I just wanted to be there making sure he was going to be ok. 

Then all of a sudden they wanted to transfer him, so we started praying. Praying that a miracle would happen and he wouldn’t need to be transferred. Then this cool thing happened…He began to heal. 

He was alert while on the ventilator and his spirits were good. He was fighting for his life, and his body was proof of it. Last Saturday (1/19/13) they took him off the ventilator. I got to talk to my daddy for the first time on the phone the following Monday. 

Today, I got to see my daddy. I got to laugh with him. I got to tease him. I got to see him cry. I got to eat a meal (or two) with him. He was sitting up. I got to see him stand up. Today was the best day I have had in a very long time. So what I spent 8 hours in the hospital. It was perfect. 

This time in my life has made me realize a father’s love more than ever before. I missed so much those daily text messages telling me he loved me, that I was always too busy to respond too. I missed the sweet facebook posts, and his bear hugs. I missed being reminded of his love for me, but I was able to know that as he laid in that hospital bed that he was thinking of me and loved me very much. But even more than realizing my earthly father’s love, it’s made me ever aware of my Heavenly Father’s love. As I would cry myself to sleep at night terrified, it was as though I could feel His arms wrap around me and His promises of never leaving or forsaking me being whispered in my ear. I knew that I could keep going, because no matter what happened I had him. 

I am blessed beyond measure in the world with a wonderful earthly and Heavenly father.

This time will forever be remembered in my life. I witnessed a miracle. I was part of a family that pulled together encouraging and loving and supporting each other despite being scattered across the east coast. I was blessed to have friends that constantly checked in and I knew they were praying. I am so very blessed. 

Thank you for praying and loving me and my family.


One thought on “A Father’s Love

  1. Meg, I raised my family in the church at SE Nazarene with your Dad, Aunt Tara, your Grandma and Grandpa Hodges…It was a time in my life that was so good…we ate together, laughed and cried together and Loved The Lord. I have been in touch with Tara through your Dads illness and have really been concerned for him. I am so Thankful that he is getting better and getting ready for Rehab. Yes, Meg, we serve a Heavenly Father that loves us and hears and answers our prayers. So glad your faith has been strengthened and you have seen God work in a mighty way…Bless youHoney and never lose your Faith.


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