"We commend you, Sir, for wearing your helmet..."

"We commend you, Sir, for wearing your helmet..."

were the Dr.'s words to Jeremy, Saturday night.

Jeremy was in a motorcycle accident this last weekend. The bike caught some gravel as he was turning right on 42nd St and Edgewood. His body went under his bike as he was already up to the speed of 30 MPH. Praising the Lord that Jeremy WAS wearing a helmet. I cannot emphasize enough how this saved his life, and how all should take serious heed. Jeremy was in shock and got back up on his bike and rode it home after people stopped and asked if they could help. He didn't realize the severeness of his injuries until, I believe, yesterday evening. I took him to the Emergency room Saturday night and he was there until 4am on intense pain killers and fluids through an IV. From his shoulder down to his shin, on his right side, he is wrapped with gauze and burn netting. He has road rash (I would call it burn, rather) mostly, but his elbow lost quite a bit of tissue and they are calling it a bone injury. His knee is cut very deep. They couldn't stitch anything because they said it would just be "torture" at this point.

The Dr.'s ordered that Jeremy be on bed rest for a week, at home. I am changing his dressings, giving his meds, and making sure he can get up and get to the bathroom as that is the only reason he can/should move. Last night it took me 2.5 hours to change his dressings and it was complete agony. I soaked his wounds with soap and water and tried to take everything off ever so gently. Jeremy bit down hard and took it a lot better than I ever would have been able to, but he was in the worst pain of his life. It was so hard, as his wife to not only watch, but be the one doing it TO him.

As this is all happening, our 2 older girls are upstairs preparing Veiyah's pump ready for her nightly feeding, and her syringes washed for her nightly meds. Veiyah was out of her "norm" last night and spent most of the evening screaming. She knew things were different and wasn't taking it well. This, in turn, had major affects on all of our stress levels. I was then an hour late on getting her meds drawn, and 45 minutes late on getting them administered.

Our family works as a great team. But we are under tremendous stress right now with such things happening. Please keep us all in your prayers, but specifically Jeremy. He is in a lot of pain, constantly. He does have pain medication, but it is definitely even short of a mask. With such harsh outside/raw wounds, nothing can take away that immense pain except for time.

There was something very special that happened about 2 hours before Jeremy's accident. We were waiting at a restaurant for Jer to arrive, and Madi said, "Mom, sometimes when I think of Daddy riding his bike, I get a feeling that he's going to get into a wreck, and it really scares me." I told Madi what I've always believed in my heart, that "sometimes that's how God prompts us to pray." Selah looked at her sister and said, "Didi, (her nickname for Madi) are you praying?"

"Yes."

2 hours later Jeremy walked through the doors with blood stained, ripped, dirty clothes and gravel stuck inside the right side of his whole body.


Alive.


We appreciate all of you so much. Thank you again and always for your constant thoughts and prayers for our family. We seem to have quite the target on our backs, and we are ready to be freed of it at ANY time.

Like my Mom used to say to me every time I got in my car, went out with my friends, or even went to sleep at night...

"Angels, Angels, Angels!!"

God protect us.

Be with us.

Hold us together.

Carry us through these deserts.

Amen.