tracheostomy – Choosing Hope

Fury

February 12, 2024February 12, 2024 Hannah

Tonight I’m angry. I was looking back at pictures of my amazing birthday party in August, and suddenly seeing myself in a flowery sundress, my long, slender neck kissing the curves of my collarbones without any tubing jammed in it was too much. I’m angry that I have to live with a hole in my neck to have more time. I’m angry that I can’t ever snorkel again, or go anywhere without lugging a bunch of medical gear around with me. I’m angry that my family has to deal with the fear and the routine and the stares I’m going to get out in public.

When is enough enough? Are the prayers of my family and friends just vapors that disappear into the atmosphere? Have I not surrendered enough of myself to trust God and believe he will use my story for good? Why does it have to strip literally everything from me first? Can’t I hold onto a little of my dignity?

I remember Lamentations says “pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord.“ So I do. All of my agony and my questions and my fear I dump like buckets at His feet. I stomp in the puddle just for good measure. Then I wait. All is quiet. My shattered pieces spread like cracks in a deep, frozen lake. Nothing.

Then as I tidy up my area for bed a notecard slips from the pages of my Bible. The curvy handwriting is not mine, and I have to strain to read it.

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘the Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.’”

I flip to the page in my Bible and it continues; “The Lord is good to those whose hope is in Him… it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.”

Wait. Quietly. At the bottom of the card is scrawled, “in the waiting it can be hard to trust His faithfulness.” Yes Father, it can be. Thank you for showing me that you know that. Thank you that you see me, and my struggle is not unknown to you.

With a serene peace replacing my recent fury I have a new thought to chew over. Waiting. Waiting expectantly. Knowing that my rescue is coming, and all I have to do is quiet myself and be ready for it.

He has never failed me yet.

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The Last Good Breath

January 28, 2024January 29, 2024 Hannah

January 10th had been a good day. I had a few visitors, which always lifts my spirits, I had been working on a few orders for my Etsy shop, and we were getting back into a routine again after Christmas break. I went to bed a little early because I had worn myself out a bit.

A few hours later I woke unable to use my muscles to get a big enough breath. I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breath, and knew I needed help fast. I quickly woke Mark, and motioned for help, and then got far away from our sleeping littlest hoping not to frighten him awake. That was about all I had left, and I collapsed on the floor, trying to conserve energy. It wasn’t long before everything faded to gray and I could hardly hear.

I was vaguely aware of the paramedic boots that tromped across the floor and scooped me up, carrying me into the night air. The next thing I was aware of as the stretcher bounced across the potholes of town was the excruciating pain and sickness that crept over me as the paramedic pushed a full dose of Narcan, throwing my body into instant withdrawal from my chronic pain medications, bringing on a slew of muscle spasms, and constant vomiting. My fight to breathe became more desperate as I choked on my own vomit gasping for each breath.

After some agonizing time in the ER, I lost all touch with reality, and woke later the next day in the ICU, biting and choking on the hard breathing tube that was down my throat, my hair a mess of blood and vomit. My respiratory muscles had weakened to the point that I could not breathe as deeply as my body needed me to, and I had been sedated and intubated.

We had already been having conversations with my pulmonologist and met with the surgeon to discuss it being time for a tracheostomy, so it was natural for these topics to surface again. They actually had time to do the surgery for me the next day. At first I objected, panicked at the rush of it all, and the lack of having my mind wrapped around it. After some reassuring conversations with friends who are doctors though, it was clear this timing was divine, and it was time to go ahead. I asked to be further sedated until surgery, so I didn’t have to spend the long hours fighting the tube.

Along with my wingman, my “Mama Sandy” was there with me to encourage and read scripture with me, and despite the embarrassing state of myself, I welcomed the presence of my dear pastor as he came to pray with me.

Despite the rush of it all, I felt peace; held in my fear and my questions, and comforted that God was walking every step along with me.

The wait for surgery felt long, but finally it was time, and I smooched my hubby as they rolled me away for a new airway. I was immediately more comfortable upon waking; the tubes removed from my mouth and throat, and now just one directly into my airway through the front of my neck.

A few days later I was transferred to a rehabilitation hospital, where I have remained for the past two weeks. It has been steps forward and steps back, and a tremendous amount of boredom and missing my babies, but each day is one day closer to home and this new way of life. My trach and vent have provided me much more relaxation with my breathing, and as we learn the routines it brings us more confidence managing this ourselves at home.

I cannot wait to get back to my family and my tribe… that comes next!

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New Dawn

January 23, 2024January 23, 2024 Hannah

A little over two weeks ago I said at two different times; “I really miss sunrises and sunsets.” I mean, we have them, but they are pale and washed out, not the brilliant fluorescent colors of my hometown sky that I loved. “it’s just not the same,” I said, “and I miss it.”

The next morning I awoke in the ICU after some some serious respiratory struggles the day before. The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the hot pink morning sunrise streaked across the sky.

God cares about the big things, like saving my life that night. He also cares about the little things, like the colors that take our breath away. I think he delights in saying, “I heard you, and I got you.”