It's 3:35am and

**Updated to say: Eric is home now. They didn't find anything more than regular diabetes stuff at the hospital. This doesn't make me feel better. He has been referred to a neurologist to make sure that this isn't something more serious. That doesn't make me feel better either. But all indications are that it was "just" another diabetic low.**

My husband is on his way to the hospital for the second time this week. He went into a seizure at around 2am while we were both sleeping. I hope you never have to see your loved one having a seizure. It is such a helpless feeling. Eric's face turned bluish this time. But it's his eyes...the desperation in his eyes. He's not asleep. He knows what's going on. And he wants so desperately to stop the painful spasms his body is in, But he can't.

The ambulance was taking too long, even though it had only been a few minutes. I ran into the kitchen to see what I could find. I found a sucker and a can of lemonade. Now, they will tell you never to put anything into the mouth of someone who is seizing. And I know they are right. But I still broke of a small piece of that sucker and put it in his mouth. The lady on 911 started telling me, "No, don't do that!" but I did. And about 20 seconds later the seizure stopped. He was able to roll on his side so I could give him lemonade, but the 911 lady insisted I not. Well, we got one swallow down anyway. Eric would have seized for 3-4 more minutes at least if I wouldn't have put that little bit of sucker in his mouth.

The paramedics made it here. Eric was sort of with it at that point. When they found out that he had done this 2 times in the last 3 days they became very convinced that he should go to the hospital. Eric was not so convinced. All three paramedics took me aside individually and told me that he really needed to go. Eric refused even with my encouragement. The paramedics, not wanting to give in, said that they would "conveniently" sit out in front of our house because they had some paperwork to do. IF we should change our mind, the signatures for "no treatment" could easily be erased. Good guys. Good guys.

After they went out I put it to Eric. It is NOT normal to have 2 seizures in one week when you haven't had a seizure for the past 11 years before that point. Something is going on. The paramedics said it could be an unusual precursor to a stroke, or any number of other things. Tonight, there was no reason for Eric to go so low as he slept. He had done everything right today. I took a big step and called Eric's dad to talk some sense in to him. It worked. So Eric is heading to (or probably at by now) the hospital. I am here with our 3 sleeping children. His dad is going to the hospital to be with him.

I feel that our family is under quite the attack from the enemy right now. Eric having such health complications this week brings up a lot of questions. How can I leave him while I go to Ghana? This is two times in one week that he would have likely died if I would have been in Ghana. What would happen if Eric died? Would they let me bring Kendi home? Would that be the right thing for Kendi? How would I support our family? And of course Eric is wondering... Will I see my kids graduate college? Will I walk my daughter's down the aisle?

These are not fun questions. The enemy LOVES it when we go down such uncertain and scary paths in our minds, instead of just trusting that it will be as it will be. He loves that he's sandwiched chaos around the good news of Kendi's legal binding to our family. We'll remember seizure/hospital/successful court/seizure/hospital. But I say forget that. I won't give him the pleasure. One Wednesday, the Lord brought Eric through a medical crisis. On Thursday the Lord blessed us with a 4th child. On Friday (today) the Lord has once again brought Eric through a medical crisis. And as a bonus, maybe we will figure out the root of the seizures.

Please pray for a hedge of protection around our home and family as we fight the physical and spiritual battle taking place.

Anita