I've kept this to myself for a week, but I think I am ready to share,
Wednesday of last week while watching the evening television with the family, I apparently passed out. Falling asleep in front of the tube is not uncommon for me, but this was different. When I came to, Dam-sel, Menolly, and Dam-et were all in a panic. According to them, I appeared to be gone; no pulse, no respiration, and my eyes were open and fixed.
They had already called the paramedics, but I came to when they tried to move me out of the chair and onto the floor for CPR.
Long story short, I spent a couple days in the hospital trying to find out what had happened. Didn't get that, just assurances that it was not a heart attack, not a stroke. etc.
Worse yet, last Friday was the day Dam-et was to end his summer at home and return to University. I'd planned to help him move...but I was in the hospital. Some of his friends assisted in the move, as did Dam-sel; when I was finally discharged, Menolly drove me up to Bellingham to see him and his new room. Since the last time I had seen him had been the wee hours of Thursday morning (when I was
not in good condition at all), I surely did not want to leave that as the memory he had of me until he came home for the holiday break!
Love prevails.
~ Tracie Mckinney-Hammon
Change is not a process for the impatient.
~ Barbara Reinhold
Courage!
~ Dan Rather
