I'm awaken to hear my sister hollering "Kanetha! get up we have to take dad to the hospital" I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes, grab my keys and purse and run up stairs. I ran into my parents room to hear my mom talking to my dad. He was sitting in the bathroom and as i look inside there is a pool of blood on the bathroom floor. I'm asking my mom what she needed me to do... My dad was saying he is fine and didn't need to go to the hospital. We were telling him that he has to go and that we don't need to loose him. He had thrown up probably twice already so he was kinda weak. My mom and brother had to assist him...we got him from the bedroom to the steps leading to the basement where he had to sit down. All of a sudden my mom hollers out to call 911. I swear in situations like this you dont think clearly, instead of grabbing the phone in the kitchen I ran back to my parents room to call 911. My dad was sitting on the steps, and had thrown up once again...my mom was walking around like a crazy person talking to Jesus and calling her pray partners... Dave was taking care of dad... Lydia was praying...I'm praying and wondering why i didn't feel more emotion. Finally after darn near 20 minutes the ambulance arrives and they take him to the local hospital in Berkeley Springs. Its 2:30 at night...there is nothing for us to do but sit and wait. As we are waiting our neighbor walks in to stay with us. They are talking about transferring him to a better hospital. So i decide to go get gas. I'm halfway there when Lydia calls and says, Kanetha come back mom is hollering. I go back to the hospital to find my siblings standing outside the emergency doors. Its the most craziest feeling to be looking in the door and see people moving around and not know what is going on. Finally the doctor comes out to tell us that they will be moving him. They let us say goodbye before they take him away. They move him to a hospital in Winchester by this time its about 6 A.M, I'm dead tired so I had to go to the car to take a nap. Several hours later I go in and talk to my dad before they take him away to surgery. During the surgery we are waiting in the family consultation room...my mom is doing the most...praying/talking/ breathing fast. All we could do is pray and be there for her. Finally the surgery is over and they allow us to see him before they take him to ICU. I can only stay a minute before I start crying and walk out. After that its just waiting for him to become stable. After staying in ICU in Wincherster all day Sabbath they finally felt he was stable enough to be moved to Fairfax VA, which is where he is currently in ICU. My daddy had made some improvements and they were able to stop the bleeding. But he still isn't out of the woods. He is fighting for is life. But I know that only God has brought him this far. The doctor says if it had been anyone else, they most likely would have died with that amount of blood loss. He lost his whole original blood volume, and it had to be replaced with 17 units of blood. But his healthy diet and active lifestlye had kept him in good condition. He is a fighter. It seems like when he makes an improvement they find something something else that is wrong with him. And at this point the doctors say that there is nothing that they can do. So he is in Jesus' hands.
The support from friends and family was tremendous. Jonathan coming from Richmond and staying that first night and Sabbath with us... Mrs. Pride bringing Church to us.... Mr. Adams for taking a 24 hr period to stay by my dads side... and all the prayers from everyone around the world.
