Widow's Might (eBook)

Embracing Life after the Loss of Your Spouse

Kim Knight (Autor)

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2016 | 1. Auflage
160 Seiten
Broadstreet Publishing Group, LLC (Verlag)
978-1-4245-5112-5 (ISBN)

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What happens when your husband dies unexpectedly in the prime of your life and marriage?   In Widow's Might, Kim Knight shares her experience when her husband suddenly and unexpectedly died at fifty-six years old. In one day, Kim went from planning her future with her best friend to planning a funeral, searching for passwords to online accounts, trying to return to normal when things were no longer normal, and finding God in the middle of trauma and grief.   Widow's Might is for young or middle-aged widows and those who love them. The book helps those who've experienced a tragic loss to better understand the confusing and unpredictable path of grief as well as the challenges and promise of new growth.   Learning to embrace a life different from the one you imagined isn't something you're going to master by the end of year one, when your family and friends think you should, or when you hope you might. You can deeply embrace and honor your marriage to your late spouse and still find contentment, happiness, and maybe even love in the days ahead.   Widow's Might will give you the strength and wisdom to discover new life on the other side of death. Look toward what God has in store for you. And-every once in a while-spend the day in your pajamas and eat popcorn for dinner. It's okay.  

KIM KNIGHT holds a Master of Education in Office Administration/Business Education and taught business skills at the college level for many years. During her teaching career, she was named the Colorado Business Skills Teacher of the Year by the Colorado Private School Association, KMGH-TV, and The Denver Post. Kim provides resume writing and interviewing skills guidance as an ongoing ministry, leads Bible studies, and has served as a speaker for Christian seminars and retreats. She loves living near her adult children in southern Orange County, California, where she spends way too much time trying to master golf and bridge.

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Life Changes in
an Instant

The phone call came at 9:30 a.m. on Monday, March 4, 2013.

“Mrs. Knight. This is Justin from Chase Bank. Mr. Knight is here and he’s had some kind of … seizure. And the paramedic wants to talk to you.”

Seizure? What kind of seizure? Dale had left the house fifteen minutes earlier to open a checking account for the franchise we’d just purchased on Friday. He was dressed in his usual navy blazer and slacks, and I’d asked where he was going.

“To the bank to open a corporate checking account.”

“What name are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking Dale Knight Enterprises.”

“What about Kim Knight Enterprises?”

We’d laughed and away he went. Now I was telling a paramedic what kind of medication he took and that, yes, he did have high blood pressure.

When I asked where they were taking Dale, the paramedic named a nearby hospital.

“Oh, couldn’t you please take him to Banner Desert?” It was the hospital my neighbor had told me was the best when I first moved to town.

The short answer was, “No. We go to the nearest hospital.”

I’d been working on my taxes at the kitchen table and was still in my pajamas. I ran to get dressed, jumped in my car, and sped to the hospital. My mind was racing. What kind of seizure? Is he conscious? How do I get to the hospital? Where do I park?

The receptionist in the emergency room sent me to a small cubicle. Dale was in a hospital gown, and the ER doc was examining him. It appeared Dale had suffered a stroke—his speech was impaired, he couldn’t move his left side—all the “traditional” stroke symptoms.

Dale motioned me to come closer and I leaned down. “What do you need, honey?”

“They wadded up my blazer and put it in that plastic bag over there. I want you to hang it up!”

I laughed out loud! So Dale. He’s in the ER having a stroke, and he wants me to hang up his blazer! I dug it out of the bag and hung it up. I learned in that moment the lesson of taking my joy where I could find it. There wouldn’t be many opportunities that day—or in the foreseeable future.

The ER doc explained that he thought Dale had suffered a stroke, and he wanted to know if I would give my permission for them to give Dale an antistroke medication called a TPA (tissue plasminogen activator). He had a chart that explained when the TPA was given to stroke victims within two hours of the onset of the stroke, about 20 percent greatly improved, 80 percent remained the same, and 3 percent died. Died! Did Dale have any type of bleeding disorder? If he did, this would kill him.

“No bleeding disorder,” I told the doctor. “What would you do?”

I can’t remember what he said, but I thought, I have to call my mom. My dad had died of an intracranial hemorrhage a year and a half earlier. Mom would know what to do.

“Mom.” I started crying. “Mom, Dale’s had some type of stroke. I’m in the emergency room and the doctor wants to know if I’ll agree to let him administer this stroke medicine to Dale.” I did my best to explain what the doc had said, and we decided to go ahead with the TPA.

Mom said, “I’m getting on a plane as soon as I can. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

I hung up and called my church, Mountain Park Community Church. They were the only people I could think of who would be “home.” My friend Cindy is the receptionist. When she answered the phone, I explained my situation and asked her to please send someone to the ER.

Allan, our senior pastor, was in a meeting all day, but she would send Greg, another pastor.

The ER doc handed me a stack of papers to sign indicating I knew the risks involved in administering the TPA, and he prepped Dale to receive the drug. The doctor lowered the head of Dale’s bed, and instantly Dale was better! His speech was perfect; he could move his left side.

I looked at the doctor. “Oh my God! He’s going to be all right!”

The doctor looked stricken. “No, Kim. That means something else is wrong. Dale didn’t magically get better.”

They took Dale away for an ultrasound to try to determine what was happening.

I had a minute to catch my breath and to figure out what I should do. A woman from the hospital arrived to ask me to fill out admission papers. Do we have insurance? Where’s my insurance card? Please fill out this medical history. Do you have a religious preference? Can we send someone down to be with you?

I completed the paperwork. Another woman from the hospital chapel came to pray with me. I kept thinking, Is this a Christian hospital? Do they know I’m a Christian? It’s not. They didn’t.

The women left and I called a few friends. No one was home.

They brought Dale back and moved us to another cubicle. This one was bigger and directly across from the ER nurses’ station. I brought Dale’s blazer (hanging up) and the rest of his stuff—still jammed in the bag.

Dale hadn’t had a stroke. He’d suffered an aneurysm of his aorta—something I later learned is called an aortic dissection. His aorta had split on the inside, right at the top of the aortic arch, which is directly above the heart.

Dale was talking and full of questions and information. “Do they think I had a stroke?”

“They did. But you really had an aneurysm in your aorta.”

“When I was at the bank, I had a terrible pain in my neck.”

Dale’s stepmother, a cardiovascular surgical nurse, told me later that perhaps his carotid artery had collapsed—cutting off the oxygen supply to Dale’s brain, mimicking the stroke symptoms.

Dale then turned to the ER doc. “I think I should tell you that I have a terrible pain in my thigh.”

The ER doc and the nurse exchanged a glance that said, Oh, this is not good.

I asked the nurse, “What does that mean?”

She said the fact that his thigh was in such pain meant his aorta had dissected all the way down to his thigh.

“How do you fix that?”

“Where is your family?” she asked.

“California.”

“You should call them right now.”

“Will they get here in time?”

“Probably not.” Probably not? It’s only a six-hour drive.

I called my son, Beau. Dale was Beau’s stepdad, and they’d always had a close relationship. Beau said he would call his sister, Erin, and bring her and his wife, Meagan, to Phoenix as soon as he could.

I called Dale’s brother, Cole, who lives in San Diego. He had jury duty the next day but said he would tell them he couldn’t stay, and then he’d drive to Phoenix as soon as possible. Dale’s sister, Dana, was getting ready for a job interview in Texas, so I left her a message to call me when she could. Dale’s mom was in the hospital in Little Rock, Arkansas. I called her husband to tell him the news.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he said.

“It’s not good, Jim. I’ll call you when I can.”

I returned to Dale’s “room,” and the ER doc was frantically calling every cardiovascular surgeon in the area. No one was available. At one point, he thought someone might be available in Flagstaff, Arizona. When I told Dale they might fly him there to do surgery, he said, “Well, get my clothes and I’ll get dressed!” Oh my gosh! Only Dale would want to look “snappy” on his Flight for Life to Flagstaff! Before the decision was confirmed, however, the doctor in Flagstaff got another patient. Option closed.

Pastor Greg showed up with Gene, a longtime friend from our small group Bible study. Dale was excited to see them! Honestly, for all of our married life, Dale was not an ideal patient. Truth be told, I’m not a great nurse, either. It was really unbelievable that Dale was in such great spirits, given the circumstances. It was truly a gift from God that he seemed to be unaware of how grave his situation was.

Word started to get out that Dale was in the hospital, and friends and neighbors began to arrive. With each new friend, Dale would say, “Is that so-and-so? I can’t believe you’re here! How are you?” Greg and Dale talked golf and sports cars. Friends said prayers. People visited with each other. Everyone except Dale knew he was in trouble, but it was almost a festive scene.

The ER doc was still calling surgeons when I heard him say, “I don’t care. I need you to come. There isn’t anyone else, and you’re only a mile away.” Apparently, a surgeon was on the way—from Banner Desert.

By that time, about twenty people were in Dale’s ER “room”—a scrub team and ten friends. When the reluctant surgeon arrived, he threw back the curtain and said, “Mr. Knight. Mr. Knight! You’ve suffered a catastrophe, and you’re going to die!”

No kidding.

Everyone was silent. For a moment, I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. He literally said, “I’m not kidding. The only reason I’m here is because you’re young and I’m going to give you a chance.”

The ER doc told me later, “If I’d...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.8.2016
• Verlagsort: Savage
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Geisteswissenschaften ► Religion / Theologie ► Christentum
• Schlagworte: Bereavement • cathartic • Christian Life • Christian widow • Comfort • Death • death of spouse • god and belief • Grief • grieving process • Healing • Hope • hopeful stories • Husbands and Wives • Inspiriational • Life Changes • life lessons • Loss • loss of spouse • middle age • Midlife Crisis • Mourning • moving on • New Normal • relatable • Spiritual • Strength • Strong Women • Suffering • Tragedy • Trauma • Unexpected • widow • widowhood • wisdom
• ISBN-10: 1-4245-5112-9 / 1424551129
• ISBN-13: 978-1-4245-5112-5 / 9781424551125