2 years=730 days

That day...

That day I had been working in my classroom, packing everything up.  The teacher work days were my first days back since having Sage in April.  Sage was there being passed around from teacher to teacher and taking naps in her pack and play.  I was giving Amanda a ride home and was looking forward to a slow and quiet evening.  I was going to have anything but.  When we got to Amanda's house, her Mom was there, playing and talking to the kids.

My Dad called, then it all changed.  "Your Mama is acting weird, I can't get her to wake up!"  "Let me talk to her!"  I yelled through the phone, "Mama, stop playing... Get up!"  See my Mama and I have this weird thing with each other, we can get very verbally aggressive with each other when others can't get through to us.  Well this wasn't working this time.  Then I heard, "What?, Ugh! Yes, I am fine!"  My dad yanked back the phone and yelled, "She is out again!"

I walked back into the house and told them I needed to go check on my Mom.  Amanda said go, I will take Mason to Bible School with Noah.  Jane said, "Meet me at your house and I will keep Sage there as long as you need."  They were life savers that night.

On the way, I called James because I knew he could get there before me.  As I flew around the curves of Cannons Ferry Rd. I was praying that my Mama would be fine, but deep down I knew this was going to be deep, long, and hard because my Mama was a very strong willed woman.  James called as I was pulling into their driveway and said, "Your Mama is bad off."  The run between my van and and the door, my mind was racing.

I walked into a room that I had walked into for years, but this time it was different, it was a battle ground.  James was sitting in front of my Mama, saying Sarah something is wrong with you, you have to go to the hospital.  Then the words that solidified my fears.  She looked at James with as much energy as she could muster, "Get out of here, James Copeland.  Don't no body want you here no ways."  I looked at Daddy and we knew that was not her, she would have never said that to James.  To this day, I believe that was the enemy trying to steal her for good.

Daddy and James looked at me and said, "It is your call."  I told Mama, "You are going to the hospital either in my van or by rescue, but you are going have to get up and make it to my van."  She rocked back and forth trying to get up, got half way there, and fell back.  That was last time I saw my old Mama awake.  I picked up the phone and handed it to James, and said "call".  James got up went to the back of the house and called. Then he started being a fireman, moving furniture and vehicles to make sure EMS could get to her and out with her.

They came. They loaded her on the gurney and in the pouring rain they left.  I went over to tell Sarah Mae what was happening.  That probably was the hardest part of the entire evening.  James and I rode behind the ambulance the whole way to Edenton.  After that, everything moved very slowly.  We were getting word that her white blood cell count was high enough to be considered septic.  Honestly, we were getting plans of a week or two on some iv antibiotics and she would recover slowly.  At that point the diagnosis was pneumonia and some cellulitis.  She would be transferred to Virginia Beach General or Greenville.  We went home that late that night knowing she would transferred to either of those.

Once she got to Greenville, everything got serious.  Early Sunday morning on the 18th, my Dad was told about the "possible" blood clot that they had suspected in her right lung.  She could not be moved for a CT to confirm because she was too fragile to move.  The doctors told my dad that there was ONE medicine they could give her to clear it but it could only be given once.  Without it she would die in a matter of days or hours. With it she had a slim chance of making a turn around.  So my Dad signed for the TPA to be given.

Meanwhile, at church that very morning a declaration was made that Sarah would be healed and they were thanking God for her healing.  My new Mama woke up on day 24 of her coma and I will never forget how she looked when I walked in.  That day I begged her to fight, and I noticed the twinkle in her eye that assured me she would.  We all remember how painful, hard, and trying the next 6 months were for her and everyone.  We praise God for the people that believed along side of us.  Oh, and that testimony of hers!  Her confidence is higher than ever and she ready to talk about her Healer!

This morning this song was included in worship and I have heard it countless time, but today it meant so much more.  See today as I looked over the balcony, my Mama was there singing this song.  It took me back to that day 2 years ago when we walked into that battle ground when the enemy was trying everything he could to take her.