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The Man With No Hands

A WONDERFUL SURPRISE Several months back, my dad invited me to a concert at my local church. Because I love…
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Part 5: For 4 days, we asked for prayers and heali

Part 5: For 4 days, we asked for prayers and healing from everyone and anyone we knew. While the doctors continued to provide updates about dad and recommended we no longer put him on life saving measures, we had to give him time to come back to us. It hadn’t even been a week and while his care team had no hope left, we did.

Every morning and evening, my sisters and I would stand at his bedside and sing to him songs of inspiration, courage, faith, love, honor. I continued to use energy medicine on his body and worked with the divine helpers to wake up his spirit, bring life back into his soul. Dad particularly loved the song “Ave Maria” when we played it on the radio for him. His face reacted to it as his eyebrows came together every time he heard the song. We knew he was still here with us and we had to try everything to bring him back.

The medications dad was on were called vasopressors. They are extremely potent and to be on 4 simultaneously was something that is done when no other options are available. They worked to keep him hemodynamically stable, but the risks and potential side effects were high. At his point, his liver and kidneys were already failing and they were doing all they could to save his heart and brain, which meant less blood was going to his arms and legs. Every time the nurse titrated one of the vasopressors down, his blood pressure also dropped. He was not at all stable. Despite all the visual signs that dad was dying, our family and our friends weren’t ready to give up yet.

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2020 was a year so many have experienced loss – lo

2020 was a year so many have experienced loss - loss of a loved one, loss of a job, loss of a marriage, loss of friendships, loss of business, loss of your sanity ... and I’m so sorry if any of this has happened to you or your family.

Yet, despite of all that has been taken away, there’s always something to be grateful for. It doesn’t have to be big and grand as most of us know the simplest things can be the most precious!

We implemented non-negotiable family dinner nights where we go around the table and express one thing we are grateful for - it can be as simple as being thankful for air 🤣 which has been said multiple times by the boys!🤪It’s a short period of time that allows us to listen and be present with each other without the phone and distractions.

We set a family movie night and poker night to have fun together.

I’m now taking walks with my husband 4 days a week where we have real conversations and one to one time instead of getting caught in the routine of life’s business and making excuses.

I’ve started saying “I love you” to my parents. This may be weird to some of you but those words were not spoken to us as kids. Of course, We knew our parents loved us and I never felt any lack of their love for me. However, 2 years ago when my dad was dying, I wanted him to hear those words so badly. And the fact that the power of love was what saved him and gave him a second chance made me realize that the words we speak matter.

I’m so grateful for this blessed life that is measured by the amount of love I have and not by the number of digits I have in a bank account (although I’ll take that as well 🤣).

On a more serious note, I’m so sorry if you have been the one to experience profound loss. I hope that you will find that spark of light that exists within and see the life and multitude of blessings that you have right in front of you.

Happy Thanksgiving 🍁🦃🍽 to all of my friends and family, near and far!

#thanksgivingdinner #givethankstogod #givethanksalways #gratitudeattitude #familytime #gratefulheart #gratefuleveryday #foodcoma #texasmom

Part 4: Today, the healing began. Mom started call

Part 4: Today, the healing began. Mom started calling in all the favors that night asking that prayers for healing be sent to dad. What some of you may not know about my dad is how many people he has helped since living in the US. When the news arrived that dad was dying and we needed a miracle, prayers from all over the country and over the world were being said by thousands of people - THOUSANDS! With this momentum in mind, I approached my dad’s bed. As I write this I still hear the burst of air rhythmically going into his lungs from the vent, the ticking of the IV drips, the compression boots squeezing and releasing air from his feet and legs. There’s a distinct hospital smell of disinfectant. It reminds me of my early nursing days except I was taking care of other people’s fathers. Now, I found myself on the other side as the family member, watching as other nurses take care of dad.

It was a weird feeling to be standing there in the room by myself and knowing I would have the nurses see me through the clear glass windows. I felt so self-conscious providing “healing” to my dad. I mean, who was I? Then I remembered the three stars I saw from the night before, and I dismissed those feelings of judgement and closed my eyes. I had to trust this was going to help. I prayed asking God and all the Arch Angels to use me and my hands to bring the healing light of love and compassion to the areas that dad needs the most. I imagined seeing myself filled with God’s healing light and bringing that light to all areas of my dad, starting with the crown of his head all the way to the tips of his toes. I felt a warm force of energy - almost electric-like as I began to move from his head to his heart. When I got to his heart, I felt profound sadness.

I knew why.

My Grandfather (my dad’s dad) was an alcoholic and abusive. Dad rarely felt loved by him and told me that the one thing he regrets is not having a loving relationship with this father. Knowing this, I said to him that it’s time to let this go.

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