2009 by Robin Densmore Fuson
A most devastating year—2009.
My husband’s health had been going downhill for quite
awhile. I told him for years that something was wrong but he ignored me. A
In 2003, David and I moved our newly married daughter to Florida and decided to make it a vacation and play at Disney. During that trip, I noticed the changes in
David’s physical activities and abilities. I remember what I said. “David I
think you have diabetes and you need to get it checked as soon as we get home.”
“I had it checked and I’m fine.” David said.
“That was a few years ago. Rechecking it will not
I’m grateful for once, he decided to take my advice. The
doctor said he came in just in time. We changed his diet and he got it under
control. For awhile anyway. He never did like to follow rules.
In February 2008, his abdomen got so bloated he could
only wear sweat pants and cram his swollen feet into slippers, to go to the
doctor to find out what was wrong.
He called me from the hospital.
He had hemochromatosis, a blood disease where
your body doesn’t know what to do with iron, from foods, and stuffs it into
organs like the liver, kidneys, and others, even the brain. The answer is a
diet change and bloodletting. Also, they tapped his belly to pull water out and
got rewarded with 2 liters, that first time.
In April 2009, he was again in the hospital. He had
been patched up numerous times in the last year. He refused to follow the doctor’s
prescribed diet and regulations. I had to call the paramedics often for diabetic
comas and he got Encephalopathy
which made him act as if he had Alzheimer’s.
With my family gathered
and his father on the phone, we made the extremely hard decision to let him
pass on to eternity. He was forty-eight years old.
We were blessed with
our seventh grandchild in 2007. Little did I know how soon we would have to
give her back to the Lord. Eliana was born with an extremely rare metabolic disease.
So rare, that medical books were written because of her life.
Throughout her first
and second years, during hospital stays, Eliana’s giggle brought the nurses to
peek in to see the sweet girl, whom hours earlier, had been writhing in pain. All
of us were too well known at Children’s Hospital. Her little body crashed more
times than I want to think about. Therefore, her eyes only detected shadows and
she never walked. She could power her wheelchair by pushing the wheels mostly
in circles as one side was a bit stronger than the other. In one long stint in
the hospital, she forgot how to speak the few words she had learned.
In the fall of 2009, I
got a call that she had been rushed to the hospital. I arrived there as they
were trying to resuscitate her. Her dad hold her little foot as he begged
God for her life. Her mother, strong but crumbling, stood there doing the same.
God did our bidding and the blip on the monitor showed life!
God gave us another month
with our precious baby girl. On November 7th, 2009, she went to
I picture her running
and picking red, pink, and purple flowers along the streets of gold.
Eliana’s momma also
lost two grandparents that summer.
On Thanksgiving that
year, my son, and his wife with their remaining two boys, my daughter, and her
husband with their two children, my parents, and myself, tried to do what we
always did, and still do, go around the table and tell what we’re thankful for.
That’s a tremendously
difficult question when you have buried two in one year.
The Bible says, Be thankful in all circumstances, for this
is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. (1Thessalonians 5:18) Give thanks for everything to God the
Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. (Ephesians 5:20)
I sat there as gloom
pushed down on us. “I am thankful that this terrible year is almost over.” I’m
not sure who spoke it first or if we all breathed it out at the same time.
I was thankful then and
now for how the Lord got us through that trial. Thankful that He never left us.
Thankful that we got another month with Eliana. Her parents wisely got family
portraits taken. I am so thankful for the precious boys who hardly remember
their little sister and for the gift of another daughter and son.
I am grateful that
because of Eliana, and the things the doctors learned during her short life,
her sister, Isabel, also born with that dreadful disease, has a good life. Not
without struggles and we know how tenuous life can be, but alive, and she
recently celebrated her eleven birthday.
Life can be precarious.
Be thankful you got up this morning. That the Lord has given you abundant
blessings in His creation, family, friends, food, shelter, etc.
You may be struggling
to find something to express your thankfulness. God’s love is the most
important thing for which to give thanks. Jesus died for you so you could spend
eternity with Him in heaven someday. Have you trusted Him as your Savior?
We should be thankful
for salvation and a place in heaven. As the old hymn says, “Count your
blessings, name them one by one.”