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Chris's story as written by Tim Schulze on Facebook.
Posting from Tim Schulze Jr. Facebook (https://www.caringbridge.org/visit/chrisschulze/journal/view/id/58b23229ac7ee91078b96182
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It is often said that a near death experience will change a person, but I have come to realize that doesn't just apply to oneself. My rock, my person I leaned on, the one person who has been there every step of the way is my mother.
It was a normal Thursday and I get a call, several in fact. I leave work, call back, and find out my mom is headed to the hospital. I was not too concerned, thought perhaps it was just her flu-like symptoms she had been experiencing lately.
That a...ll changed within mere minutes, as the news trickled in and it got worse, she was rushed into ICU, on a vent, they were running tests, going over every detail, and the fact was, my mother was dying. I walked in and she gripped my hand, held it close to her heart as her eratic breathing and shaking shook me to my very core. It was one of those moments where you just feel everything stop.
A day later and things look better, she is down to 40 on the vent, lungs still filled with bacteria though, but looking up. Then a day later and everything turned, she had a breathing treatment done, but her lungs filled with 10 liters of water. She was on life support and a choice had to be made, let her stay at the current hospital or evacuate her via helicopter to Barnes where chance of trip survival was less than 10%.
She makes it there by the grace of God and I find out she has multiple superbugs. 8 or 9 days on a vent, everyday not knowing if it would be her last, hoping for the best, yet expecting the worse.
Yesterday, my mom was moved to a rehabilitation facility, where she will work on building her strength in preparation for her return home. She is the epitome of a miracle and one of the few things this has all done, has restored my faith in God.I cannot lie, as at times I foolishly questioned my faith. With this family tragedy on the brink though, I turned to him. I went to the chapel, prayed everyday, I even wrote letters and left them in the chapel praying for a sign. Everyday I was granted that sign and whether you disagree or agree, my eyes are fully open to the power that God and Jesus possess. They reached their healing hands and pulled out the nefarious infections that ravished my mothers body and blessed those that cared for her wellbeing. It made me realize that I have much to do in my life and cant be so afraid to take risks, sit idly by, and just wade through life.
It has reaffirmed the utmost importance of family, the strength in relationships, and the fact that nothing should be taken for granted.Too many days I sit alone and afraid, but no longer. My bond with God has strengthened, my belief has been firmly established, and now I am ready for my mom to come home. Thank you to all that have understood what has happened, thank you for the prayers, and I want to give my heartfelt love for everyone that has waited painstakingly along with us. God bless and thank you for continued prayers.