our trip through hell begins
It was an overcast, rainy day on December 12, 2015. My wife had been helping our daughter, Kathleen (not her real name given that she is still a minor), study for a sixth grade science test. She was surprised that Kathleen had trouble remembering information that just the day before she remembered with ease.
She sensed that Kathleen was tired so she told Kathleen that it would be best if they both took a nap and then started fresh. When they awoke Kathleen seemed a bit confused and then wet herself.
“God only gives us what we can handle. I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.”
It was around this time that I decided to take a shower before dinner when I heard my wife let out a blood curdling scream: “Per, Per (short for Perry), there’s something wrong with her!”
And for anyone who has experienced real tragedy then you will understand when I say that I immediately knew that that I was about to witness something horrible.
I jumped out of the shower and threw on a pair of underwear as quickly as I could and when I entered the bedroom I found Kathleen laying flat on her back on the floor. Her broken glasses lay on the floor, approximately five feet from her left foot and I could see foamy blood coming from her mouth.
I thought she was dead.
Luckily, and by the grace of God,, Kathleen came too. By then police, paramedics, EMTs and three ambulance personnel made our somewhat spacious master bedroom suite seem rather cramp. We told them that we wanted to have Kathleen transported to our local children’s hospital to have her evaluated … and so began our trip through hell.