Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jul 23, 2021 1:33:05 GMT -6
EMBRACED BY THE LIGHT
BY BETTY JEAN EADIE
The First Night
CHAPTER 1
1 Something was wrong.
2 My husband, Joe, had left my hospital room only a few minutes before, but already a foreboding feeling was enveloping me.
3 I would be alone through the night, alone on the eve of one of my most frightening challenges. Thoughts of death began creeping into my mind.
4 Thoughts like these had not come to me in years. Why were they so pervasive now?
5 It was the evening of November 18, 1973.
6 I had entered the hospital to undergo a partial hysterectomy.
7 As a thirty-one year old mother of seven who was in otherwise excellent health, I had chosen to follow my doctor's advice to have the operation.
8 Both my husband, Joe, and I felt comfortable with the decision.
9 I still felt comfortable with the decision, but something else was bothering me now--something unidentifiable.
10 In our years of marriage we had rarely spent nights apart, and I tried to reflect on our family and the special closeness we enjoyed. Although we had six children at home (one had died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome when she was an infant) we were sometimes reluctant to leave them.
11 Even on our "date nights" we would stay home with and let the children plan our dates for us.
12 Sometimes they catered a dinner for us, providing candlelight in the living room with a fire crackling in the fireplace. We usually had just the right music too--maybe not the music we would have chosen but perfect nonetheless.
13 I recalled the evening they served us Chinese food on a decorated coffee table and provided large pillows for us to sit on. They turned the lights down low, kissed us goodnight, and giggled as they hurried up the stairs. Joe and I seemed to have found a little bit of heaven on earth.
14 I reflected on how lucky I was to have a companion as loving and considerate as Joe. He had taken vacation from work to be with me before I went into the hospital, and he planned to spend another week at home while I recuperated.
15 He and our two oldest daughters, who were fifteen and fourteen, were already making plans for a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner.
BY BETTY JEAN EADIE
The First Night
CHAPTER 1
1 Something was wrong.
2 My husband, Joe, had left my hospital room only a few minutes before, but already a foreboding feeling was enveloping me.
3 I would be alone through the night, alone on the eve of one of my most frightening challenges. Thoughts of death began creeping into my mind.
4 Thoughts like these had not come to me in years. Why were they so pervasive now?
5 It was the evening of November 18, 1973.
6 I had entered the hospital to undergo a partial hysterectomy.
7 As a thirty-one year old mother of seven who was in otherwise excellent health, I had chosen to follow my doctor's advice to have the operation.
8 Both my husband, Joe, and I felt comfortable with the decision.
9 I still felt comfortable with the decision, but something else was bothering me now--something unidentifiable.
10 In our years of marriage we had rarely spent nights apart, and I tried to reflect on our family and the special closeness we enjoyed. Although we had six children at home (one had died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome when she was an infant) we were sometimes reluctant to leave them.
11 Even on our "date nights" we would stay home with and let the children plan our dates for us.
12 Sometimes they catered a dinner for us, providing candlelight in the living room with a fire crackling in the fireplace. We usually had just the right music too--maybe not the music we would have chosen but perfect nonetheless.
13 I recalled the evening they served us Chinese food on a decorated coffee table and provided large pillows for us to sit on. They turned the lights down low, kissed us goodnight, and giggled as they hurried up the stairs. Joe and I seemed to have found a little bit of heaven on earth.
14 I reflected on how lucky I was to have a companion as loving and considerate as Joe. He had taken vacation from work to be with me before I went into the hospital, and he planned to spend another week at home while I recuperated.
15 He and our two oldest daughters, who were fifteen and fourteen, were already making plans for a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner.