It's the one year anniversary of the day that Frankie's guts exploded! (No, really -- is that too crude? But it's pretty close to what happened!)
On 2/22/06 I rushed Frankie to the hospital because he was in extreme pain. He was admitted, but then let go the next day. They said it was a stomach virus. It wasn't.
I'm not sure who has already heard this story, but you can skip reading if you have. I still keep talking about it because I still can't get over it. My brain is still processing everything that happened, and it's been a year already.
It turned out that Frankie's Crohn's disease caused trouble in his intestines -- they twisted themselves into a balloon animal and then the twisty part died. So Frankie was in SERIOUS trouble for quite a while. Months, in fact.
And it all started one year ago tonight.
Frankie thought I should have baked him a cake. I would have if I had thought of it earlier! It does really feel almost like a birthday. Some people are born again of the spirit -- born again Christians. Frankie was born again of the intensive care unit! They saved his life.
So Happy ReBirthday, Frankie!
2 comments:
Celebrate! There is no greater gift than life..
It's not to late to bake him a cake. Cake is alway good!
Gram
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