A dear friend of mine and husband took me to pick my son up from school. Literally as soon as I locked eyes with him I got a call from the doctor’s office that I need to check into the hospital because my blood tests came in and I required immediate attention.
Yikes… I didn’t even have a moment to tell my son this first level of news and I have to go to the hospital. So in true Krys fashion I asked to take him for ice cream so we can have some time. Mind you my sister already bought us tickets to go home.
So we ate ice cream and laughed while inside I was full of sadness and a bit of fear. Having this conversation with my son meant I had to be strong and be his safe place while he navigated his own emotions.
I wanted to chicken out and just say I had to go back to the hospital for something and would be back quickly but I didn’t even know if it was true.
So I give him a superficial mom’s as sick as we thought actually more. He was able to stay with our friends but I had to go to the hospital and we will be going out of the state to see our family.
The worry set in his eyes the reality that his mom wasn’t as healthy as we were praying.
Instead of checking into the hospital I went to the ER. I explained that my doctor’s office called and said for me to check in, however I only have a few hours to do whatever is needed by the time I have my flight in the morning.
I had to wait 3 hours to be seen which was so frustrating especially since they said it’s critical for me to go to the hospital. The longer I waited the more anxious I got.
Finally I got into a room with the most insensitive doctor but amazing nurses. They pumped me filled with meds and fluids based on the diagnosis of acute kidney disease. After a couple hours of this my body began to reject it. I asked to see the doctor and in the most inhumane way the doctor told me I was going to not make it through my trip if I didn’t continue the treatment which at that point I didn’t even care I wanted to go to my son, pack up and leave.
The doctor didn’t release me and left me for yet another hour. By then I was nauseous and weaker than I entered. I informed them I needed to go. They assured me if I left the hospital in the state I was in I would get Covid 19 and any other infection someone had on the flight. I was willing to take the risk.
So another hour under my belt rounding out to just about 7 hours. I told the nurse I will disconnect myself so I can leave. I was running out of time to get ready for my trip. Then it was a priority to release me – I left and the journey really began.
Thank you so much for your prayers, donations and dedication to God’s vision. Look forward to growing closer and setting a space of intentional God moments. I am committed to leaning in and pressing forward no matter what the cost. So excited for the journey to continue.
Krys Grant-Ray 