The Making of Milagro Man: A Story of Miracles and Love, Ch.1


Chapter One: Transformation Begins in an Ambulance

What if someone told you that your life was about to change and everything you had been wanting was now about to appear; your dreams were going to come true and love was about to get even bigger. Life was going to expand in such grand proportions that you would be in a daze for most of the reconstruction and would be unable to stop its rapidly moving flow. It was going to be so powerful that letting go and going with the massive flow would be the only way to survive this eruption of dreams becoming reality.

This happened to me and it was nothing like I expected it would be. It was more. 

Our reconstruction began on May 5, 2013 as my husband Steve lay in the back of an ambulance as it rushed, with sirens blaring, to the nearest hospital. We were soon to find out that he was in critical condition. Our transformational journey began right then and there as I followed my dying husband’s ambulance, driving as fast as I could with my heart pounding, mind praying, and stomach churning to a destination that would not release us for many months to come. There was no going back. The ambulance signaled the quickness the flow would take and then each day thereafter the uncertainty of the changing of a life.  

An illness he had battled for three long years was finally now ready to shift. Steve had been sick on and off for those three years and was eventually diagnosed with parasites in his blood. It was an unconventional diagnosis and treatment plan. It worked in the beginning, but after a year of treatment for the parasites, and many ups and downs with his health during that year, he gradually declined into a severe enough state that I knew it was time to seek medical care other than the doctor that had diagnosed him and then became disinterested when my husband began to decline instead of improve from this very unconventional diagnosis and treatment plan. We were at our wits end, not knowing where to turn. Believing that parasites were difficult to treat, and having no medical insurance made the issue even more exasperating to decipher. When and how would we get the help that we knew we couldn’t afford, but so desperately needed? The morning of May 5th determined it for us as he lay weak, dehydrated, and unable to walk because of his severe weakness. A hospital was now the only place to go. 

I was quickly told in the emergency room by the doctor that was on duty that day that it could not be parasites. He seemed very certain of that. I was tired, scared, worried, and now very confused. The entire next few hours became a blur as I listened to doctors and nurses tell me that he was so severely dehydrated that he shouldn’t be alive. People with sodium levels that low from dehydration rarely survive. I couldn’t imagine why his sodium levels were that low. He had been drinking a lot of water at home. They discovered he was also malnourished, even though he had been eating. The mystery of his illness was building and I was becoming very scared. 

By this time, Steve’s mom and my children had joined me in the ER. None of us could believe the severity of his condition and how he could be so close to dying. A sodium IV was started immediately and he was quickly transferred to a step down level of the ICU. At that point, the daily grind of doctors, nurses, IVs, and tests after tests after tests began. I slept in his room with him, ready to assist him with every whimper. I was completely exhausted, but I had to stay strong and aware for him. I rarely slept. He was in pain, hallucinating from the morphine, and scared. I wanted to comfort him no matter how tired I became, so I pushed through the exhaustion and only focused on being as present as I could be. I couldn’t think, I could only respond to the task in front of me. It was becoming a very long and tiring week; our first week of hospitals, doctors, and tests. 

On the second day, his sister flew in from California and his step dad was on his way from Argentina, where he had been on a business trip. His dad was also on his way from Virginia, arriving that evening. We were all forming a brave and loving stronghold as we waited for the doctors to figure out the puzzle pieces. Little did we know, this family bond would need to last for the next two months as my husband took a long and much needed inner journey. 

 




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12 Responses to The Making of Milagro Man: A Story of Miracles and Love, Ch.1

  1. Thank you for writing this. My heart goes out to you as I know this a bit firsthand… It needs to be told, for you for everyone else. I look forward to chapter 2.
    With much love and support,

    • Kenna says:

      Thank you, Jill, for your beautiful and supportive comment. There is a lot to tell here and it is healing for me to tell it!

      Love,
      Kenna

  2. Rhea Philo says:

    Kenna, your words flow like your cooking, I am touched that for a whole year
    you guys thought he had parasites, and that you were under that impression.
    and I am sure you went on parasite cleanse after cleanse….so glad that the
    other piece came forward and that his life was spared. Your dedication and
    the love of all, that hold Steve was there, it is not his time to go. I can’t
    imagine the struggle you went through, it is like a death and birth process,
    and Steve is here I am so glad, and you are too. My love to both of you in the beginning of this new book that you will be writing, this next chapter. Happy New Year…love Peachie

    • Kenna says:

      Peach, thank you so much for your very kind words. I will cherish them. It truly was not Steve’s time to go. The miracles that happened were astounding. I am still in awe of it and will always be.

      Love,
      Kenna

  3. Kenna,

    Thank you so much for letting me know you posted this!

    I am sending good thoughts your way waiting for the rest of the story.

    Xxoo,

    RMW

    • Kenna says:

      Thank you, Barb. The story has a very happy ending, but it didn’t seem like it would for quite a while. Thank you for your good thoughts.

      Love,
      Kenna

  4. leslye says:

    Thank you Kenna for sharing so much of your, Steve and the family’s journey. It is a Parents, Wife’s and Siblings worst nightmare, but the grace, beauty and consciousness you all traversed it with is astounding. I’m in awe. Every Chapter I read seeps deep into my being and I feel your heartache and empowerment. You’re amazing and everyone who went through this with you was so lucky to have your loving clarity to help guide the outcome.

  5. Mary says:

    Beautiful Kenna. I love your writing and honor the journey you and Steve are on. Much Love to you!

  6. sylvia says:

    Dear Kenna…
    Beautifully written….your words bring alive once more, the helplessness we experience as a loved one’s life is brought to the brink of survival.
    My heart just smiles now as I think of the present day ‘Milagro Man’.
    Love you guys…
    Sylvia xox

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