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A call for prayers

I’m hijack­ing a post to ask for prayers. My 7-​month old daugh­ter Rebecca went in for open heart surgery on Wednes­day. She has a vari­ety of heart issues, and the sur­geons were able to fix many, but not all of them. Every­thing seemed to be going well in recov­ery, and we were hop­ing for a Sun­day or Mon­day return home.

Those hopes were dashed yes­ter­day. Her left lung col­lapsed, she spiked a fever, and now the atrial part of the heart is beat­ing at twice the rate of the ven­tri­cal part (I think I said that right, don’t quote me, I’m not a doc­tor!). At best, we’re look­ing at a week stay in Yale’s PICU. At worst, she may have to have another surgery to install a pace­maker. She’s hooked up to so many lines right now the tree that held them all fell on one of the nurses yes­ter­day. It’s not good by any measure.

We are very for­tu­nate that TRI­CARE (the military’s health insur­ance) cov­ers all this, and I know that comes at a cost to the tax­payer, and that tax­payer isn’t a face­less per­son, it’s peo­ple like you. So thank you. Seri­ously, from the bot­tom of my heart. With­out the gen­eros­ity that Amer­ica has shown towards their mil­i­tary fam­i­lies, we would be in a lot worse sit­u­a­tion. You should be proud to know that at least in this case, it’s going towards sav­ing a life. And while I occa­sion­ally rail about the bureau­cracy (as in my pre­vi­ous post), in times like these I count myself for­tu­nate for hav­ing coverage.

We’re ask­ing for your prayers. We’ve been pray­ing to Blessed John Duns Sco­tus for a mirac­u­lous cure of her heart. I know Yale has some of best every­thing in terms of doc­tors and nurses. We’ve been try­ing to stack the deck in our favor, but I think the earthly stack­ing attempts are not enough. So please, when you get a chance, please say an extra prayer for Rebecca.

I’m hijacking a post to ask for prayers.  My 7-month old daughter Rebecca went in for open heart surgery on Wednesday.  She has a variety of heart issues, and the surgeons were able to fix many, but not all of them.  Everything seemed to be going well in recovery, and we were hoping for a Sunday or Monday return home.

Those hopes were dashed yesterday.  Her left lung collapsed, she spiked a fever, and now the atrial part of the heart is beating at twice the rate of the ventrical part (I think I said that right, don’t quote me, I’m not a doctor!).  At best, we’re looking at a week stay in Yale’s PICU.  At worst, she may have to have another surgery to install a pacemaker.  She’s hooked up to so many lines right now the tree that held them all fell on one of the nurses yesterday.  It’s not good by any measure.

We are very fortunate that TRICARE (the military’s health insurance) covers all this, and I know that comes at a cost to the taxpayer, and that taxpayer isn’t a faceless person, it’s people like you.  So thank you.  Seriously, from the bottom of my heart.  Without the generosity that America has shown towards their military families, we would be in a lot worse situation.  You should be proud to know that at least in this case, it’s going towards saving a life.  And while I occasionally rail about the bureaucracy (as in my previous post), in times like these I count myself fortunate for having coverage.

We’re asking for your prayers.  We’ve been praying to Blessed John Duns Scotus for a miraculous cure of her heart.  I know Yale has some of best everything in terms of doctors and nurses.  We’ve been trying to stack the deck in our favor, but I think the earthly stacking attempts are not enough.  So please, when you get a chance, please say an extra prayer for Rebecca.