Prayers

Cowboy here. As I write this, we are at the airfield waiting to fly to the east coast. Our young friend Bull has slipped into a coma. The medics have only said it's a very serious situation. Bull's injuries are extensive; a lesser man would already have succumbed to the inevitable.

This is a time when I expect my wife to lean on me. She will, eventually. For now, the imp is in combat mode. She will stay strong for Bull, for his family. I am always amazed when something occurs that deflates a lesser person. Not my imp. If willpower alone would do it, Bull would be on his feet within moments of her arrival. I say my prayers, ask for divine guidance, divine intervention. Not Sar. I'll hear her yelling at the good Lord for allowing this to happen. She will remind Him that she has never asked for much in her lifetime. Believe me, her childhood had times/events that could have used a little extra help. Sar will never ask for herself but she will ask the Lord to help Bull recover.

My wife has little patience around medics. She demands accurate information, will never entertain vague answers. These are some of the reasons why medics often suffer her wrath. If the answers are obscure or treatment is explained poorly, she'll demand to see medical school transcripts, research on medications, treatments, etc. Once, prior to a surgical procedure, she asked to see a physician's school records before allowing him to touch her. He didn't pass muster so Sar refused to let him near her. Impractical? Perhaps, but having faith in one's doctor has a lot to do to ensure recovery, emergencies excluded.

When Bull arrived at Bethesda Sar and I entered the ICU to be near him. The medics didn't blink an eye. Sar would have caused a ruckus if they had. At the time I didn't know the little devil had arranged for our tomcat to join us in the ICU. Hardly traditional medical protocol. A "healthy" thing to do? Not that I'm aware of. Bull is extraordinarily fond of the big feline; in return the young man is 1 of 3-4 people the cat adores. It tolerate no one else. Sar bribed a couple of young Seals we know. They dressed in "medic" uniforms, carried the beast into the unit. I don't know the intimate details – didn't ask any questions. The visit did wonders for Bull's state of mind.

We're about to board our flight. I can see the cat's whiskers sticking out of Sar's duffel. If that animal can make a difference in Bull's current state, I'll do whatever it takes. His recovery is uppermost in our minds. Sar's peace of mind at doing whatever it takes to help that recovery along is of equal concern. Bull's family is also by his side.

A prayer or 2 from any of you would be a welcome addition to my own in petitioning the good Lord's help.

Cowboy