Bethesda: The Healing Pool
Michael is now in Bethesda Maryland. For those of us who grew up in Sunday school we know of Bethesda as the healing pool were the sick and lame would camp out and wait for the waters to stir, then there would be this mad dash to reach the water in time to be healed. This is where Jesus told the lame man to take up his bed and walk.
So my little brother is sitting at the pool side waiting for either the water to stir, or Christ himself to say "rise up and walk". Micheal arrived on friday the 29th. My dad was there waiting and my mom and Sister inlaw where close behind. He has been in a heavly sedated "coma" for the past week. Today is the 15th day since the blast and they have said that if he wakes up it will be with in 2-3 weeks of the injury. My older brother and I flew out last wednesday and stayed for 5 days (thats what the ARMY has allowed us. 5 days every 3 weeks). Yesterday was a rough day it was my last day in Bethesda and the first day Michael was off the sedation. I don't know if it was one or the other, or maybe even a little of both but it was hard. I stood by Michael's bed in the ICU and looked at him knowing that there was nothing I could do to help him. There was no protecting him now. I know that it has been quite a while since my baby brother has needed my protection or help, but he's still my baby brother. All I could do was stand there and hold his hand as his entire body jerked from the hiccups or coughs. I couldn't make it stop, and I couldn't make the pain go away. I stood and watched as his heart rate and blood presure shot up, and when I went to get help understanding why it did this I was told that it was a sign of pain. He was hurting the hiccups made him uncomfortable. Not to mention scaring the crap outta me.
Michael is now in Bethesda Maryland. For those of us who grew up in Sunday school we know of Bethesda as the healing pool were the sick and lame would camp out and wait for the waters to stir, then there would be this mad dash to reach the water in time to be healed. This is where Jesus told the lame man to take up his bed and walk.
So my little brother is sitting at the pool side waiting for either the water to stir, or Christ himself to say "rise up and walk". Micheal arrived on friday the 29th. My dad was there waiting and my mom and Sister inlaw where close behind. He has been in a heavly sedated "coma" for the past week. Today is the 15th day since the blast and they have said that if he wakes up it will be with in 2-3 weeks of the injury. My older brother and I flew out last wednesday and stayed for 5 days (thats what the ARMY has allowed us. 5 days every 3 weeks). Yesterday was a rough day it was my last day in Bethesda and the first day Michael was off the sedation. I don't know if it was one or the other, or maybe even a little of both but it was hard. I stood by Michael's bed in the ICU and looked at him knowing that there was nothing I could do to help him. There was no protecting him now. I know that it has been quite a while since my baby brother has needed my protection or help, but he's still my baby brother. All I could do was stand there and hold his hand as his entire body jerked from the hiccups or coughs. I couldn't make it stop, and I couldn't make the pain go away. I stood and watched as his heart rate and blood presure shot up, and when I went to get help understanding why it did this I was told that it was a sign of pain. He was hurting the hiccups made him uncomfortable. Not to mention scaring the crap outta me.
