Christmas was days away, and I couldn’t wait to spend it with my three grown children. But I woke up one morning barely able to breath.
“Get me to the hospital,” I told my husband.
I was put on a ventilator. Double pneumonia had caused heart failure. My husband gave me the bad news. “You’ll be in ICU for a while.”
“But I’ll miss Christmas with the kids!” My children came to the hospital, but our only visiting together was done in the ICU. Each one kissed me good-bye. Oh, Lord, I feel like everyone got cheated out of Christmas this year.
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