I bolted upright in bed, heart pumping, adrenaline flowing ... there were unmistakable bumps and thuds going on in the room next to mine. I knew immediately that Rick was in trouble. I jumped out of bed and ran into his room; as suspected, he was in a full-blown diabetic seizure. He was jerking and convulsing so violently that I had to pin him down to protect him from injury. It was like riding a wild bull. He kept throwing me off and I kept throwing my body back over his to restrain him.
In the past thirty-plus years, I have witnessed countless seizures; they are usually over in about eight minutes. When it goes longer, we need to call for help. This seizure was still going after 15 minutes. I called 911 while attempting to keep Rick from harm. No easy task there. Thirty minutes later the paramedics were on the scene. Rick finally came around and was able to get his sugar stabilized. Paramedics left, we crashed. We both felt like we had just been in a boxing match.
Rick has been a diabetic since childhood. Over the years it has become increasingly difficult to regulate the disease. Eventually we found ourselves in a season of turbulent years when his sugar level was on a constant roller coaster; it seemed we were calling the paramedics weekly. I remember that it got so bad I even shopped for a black dress, just in case. My daughter was getting married at the time and I cautioned her that she may need to get a back-up officiate to replace her dad. Our days were clouded with uncertainty and pain.
But then a miracle happened. God provided Rick with an insulin pump. It gave him a brand-new life. It gave us a brand-new life. For the past ten years or so, he has only had a few seizures, a sharp contrast to the three to four we were experiencing weekly before. Hallelujah! What a relief.
But just a few weeks ago, we found ourselves once again standing on the edge of another dark dawn. Rick’s insulin pump died. We have no medical insurance to order a replacement. He had to go back to taking shots. In just two days, we were back to the old life. Oh God, we can’t live like this! We must find a way to get a new pump. (These are not devices you can buy on eBay. They are strictly regulated by the manufacturers; a new pump cost around $6,000-7,000). We asked for prayers and surfed the web to see if there was any assistance out there; some sites looked promising.
Meanwhile Rick went to the doctor for his quarterly checkup.
The Doc walked in and said, “So your pump died?” “Yes.” “How are your sugars?” “We need to talk about that.”
“Well, before we talk, let me ask you, would you like a new pump?” “Of course, I would love a new pump!” “Well, it just so happens that one of my patients recently got a new pump. Unfortunately, she died two weeks ago. Her husband brought her pump to us and asked us to give it to someone who could use it.”
(Rick picked himself up off the floor and got back in his chair.)
Doc continues, “We thought of two patients who could use the pump, you and another girl. We have called her repeatedly and she has not answered. So, I guess the pump is yours.”
(Rick, understandably, cried.)
“Looks like God provided for you. Looks like he has a sense of humor, too.” Doc smiles ... "How’s that?” Rick inquires. “Well,” she laughed, “it’s PINK!” (Assistant opens the box and shows Rick.)
Rick laughs with surprise, delight, and gratitude.
God performed another miracle. A PINK miracle this time. Hallelujah! What a relief.
Rick came home wearing his new pink pump. When he told me the story, we laughed, cried, hugged, and praised God together. (We pretty much did that for rest of the day)
God certainly does have a sense of humor. And He certainly does have an enormous heart. Love Him.
Needless to say, we are humbled, grateful, amazed, and ...