D-Day for the Hudson Clan
By Doc and Alice Hudson
, June sixth was yet
another D-Day for the
Hudson Clan. On
wednesday
Alice had taken Dave,
Amber and several
neighborhood kids to
Utah
Park pool to celebrate
their last day of
school. When she
returned
at about 4:30, she found
the parking lot full of
ambulances,
Aurora Police cruisers,
and Fire and Rescue
trucks. She
immediately prayed,
“Dear Lord, please don’t
let it be one of our
children.”
Of course it was, it
always is.
When she entered the
pool building, she found
many paramedics
hovering around Amber
who was strapped to a
back board and was at
the center of much
chaotic attention.
Alice’s first reaction
was
to yell at Amber to get
up from there and get in
the car and quit
wasting the time of all
these people who had
much better things to
do than be annoyed by
Amber’s usual hysterics.
While Alice was
thinking of how
embarrassing the whole
thing was, the
paramedics
told her that Amber
would be transported to
Swedish Medical Center
by the Flight for Life
helicopter. We learned
later that Amber had
lost all feeling and
movement from the
shoulder level down
instantly when her head
had struck the bottom of
the pool where
she had been playing on
the slide. Alice did not
take this all too
seriously at the time
since Amber had an
extensive history of
exaggerating numerous
ills and hurts.
I had arrived home just
as Alice was dropping
the other kids off,
and we immediately
zoomed off to Swedish.
On the way, we prayed
rather light-heartedly,
and joked morbidly about
what it would be
like to have another
child in a wheelchair.
We got to the
emergency room just as
the Flight for Life
helicopter was taking
off over our heads. When
we went in, we had to
search for someone
to talk to, but we were
not allowed to see
Amber. Alice was
competent and composed
as she gave all of the
information and
history to the young
admissions associate who
appeared to someone
of our advanced years to
be no older than
fifteen.
We calmly waited for
some time in the semi-
deserted ER waiting
room. When someone did
call for us, we still
were not allowed to
see Amber, but we were
taken instead to the
“Family Waiting Room”
aka the “Bad News” room.
We prayed with more
urgency for a time
when Rick, a friend from
church, was passing by
and recognized us.
By “coincidence” it was
his once a month stint
as the volunteer
chaplain. He said that
he had been paged to
come to the emergency
room to talk to a family
there. He checked and
found out that it
was us. (oh yeah...
another “coincidence”)
We prayed and talked
for what seemed a
LOOOOONG time when the
tv prototype saintly
looking trauma
specialist bustled in to
the “Bad News” room to
give us the “bad news”.
He bluntly stated that
the x-rays
confirmed that Amber had
indeed broken her neck
and was now in
MRI. We were to be
informed when she was
out of there. We learned
later that the O.R. was
ready and the neuro-
surgeons were alerted
and available to save
Amber’s life. In the
case of severe neck
trauma, the severed
spinal cord would swell
upward, doing further
damage to the point that
the nerves controlling
the heart and
lungs would be
permanently damaged as
well.
As a part of Alice
regaining her composure,
she called everyone m
Denver and a few out-of-
towners to pray right
then. The first of
many to arrive were Kim
and Scott Schroeder,
some other friends
from church. They led us
in even deeper prayer
and gave us much
comfort as we waited for
the final verdict. We
were somewhat numb
as we waited in the “Bad
News” room for some one
to come and tell
us what was happening.
After what seemed like
an even LOOOOONGER time
two neuro-surgeons
showed up. The senior of
the two circled the room
like a dog
looking for a spot to
light. He seemed
confused as he made
several
false starts, “I don’t
know how to say this...
I’ve never seen
anything... We can’t
explain... The second
set of MRI’s show that
there is no damage to
the spinal cord and all
of the feeling and
movement have returned.”
OH THANK GOD!!!! THANK
YOU THANK YOU THANK
YOU!!!! PRAISE JESUS! !
! !
We had just gotten into
the ER room where Amber
was, when Louie,
Ginger and several more
friends arrived. Ginger
had driven across
town to the Life group
picnic (where we were
supposed to have
been) and had
breathlessly told them
of the urgent need for
prayer. They were all
thunderstruck (none more
than Louie!) to
find us all celebrating
and Amber complaining of
being hungry. We
tried to give her
sympathy when Amber
blurted that she really
hated having her swim
suit cut off and that
the MRI had been
noisy. The group
continued to celebrate
for some time, and as
the
first ones left a whole
new wave of friends
arrived. Alice was
happy to go through the
whole episode for a new
audience as only
she can do (with voices
and sound effects).
Alice stayed with Amber
through the night in
CCU. They had to keep
her there to observe her
reaction to the very
strong steroids that
she had been given to
control any spinal cord
swelling; although
one surgeon had said
that he didn’t know what
she was being
medicated for. The
following morning the
neuro-surgeon said that
the initial x-rays, and
physical signs showed
that Amber had a
subluxation of C-5 and
paraplegia. In English
this means she broke
her neck and would have
been Christopher Reeves’
book end. He was
completely bemused by
the outcome as were the
more than forty
other doctors (mostly
specialists from Craig
Rehab).
The bottom line is that
Amber broke her neck and
at that time she
was facing a lifetime in
a wheel chair with no
use of arms or
legs. In a short time
between the sets of
MRI’s, all neck spinal
cord and spinal column
damage was miraculously
healed. I know that
in the short time of
hearing this story the
tendency will be to
“normalize” or even
“rationalize” this
miracle. That’s the
problem
with miracles: they are
not rational and cannot
be explained. But
I have the complete
files of x-rays and
MRI’s and many of the
doctors’ diagnoses, and
this one is completely
documented and
unexplainable by medical
science. This one is the
real deal. You
have my solemn word on
it.
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