Two weeks ago a very dear friend of 20 years had a heart attack. He went to the hospital and they inserted three stents. We all thought he was going to do well afterwards. They sent him home after about a week in the hospital. He came home and never got out of bed. I thought that was strange as most people who get stents to open the ateries will feel like a new person.
He would not eat but drank plenty of fluids, but when he urinated it was like a mayonaise like substance, so his wife had him admitted again. We learned that his kidneys shut down so they put him on dyalisis. Four days ago we were told that he was going to come out of intensive care and would pull through. I praised the Lord for answered prayers. Today we was told that he would not live more than the next couple of days.
He told Helen(his wife) that to let him go home that they were waiting for him. The nurse called helen this mourning and told her that if the family wants to see him alive that they had better come to the hospital. This is very hard for me as he was like a brother to me. I have been involved in this family for 20 years. We have all been through it all together and have had some awesome times together. I cannot hold back the tears as I will miss my dear beloved fishing buddy. It hurts so bad. It's funny how even though you know it's a good thing to go home (to heaven) and it still cuts you like a knife.
I don't know about others but death comes to me in threes and so I think about who else is next ? I hurt inside so bad.