A Success

So, 7 days after writing this, Quinn received the phone call we have waited 7 months for.

Come back to work!!!!!

As I was writing this blog, he called to tell me about his first day "out on the streets". He loved it. Quinn loves to help people and he loves to feel he is also protecting people. It is a perfect job for him at this point in his life. I could hear the joy in his voice. My prayers have been answered.

Being Surrendered, letting go of the how's, it works.

Here is a post from another blog of mine;

People talk of unwavering hope, trust, faith, optimism and Surrender. Easy to talk about and often hard to walk the walk.

I have a son who is a vision of walking the walk and I am so proud of him. On October 9 this past year he had a massive heart attack while he was in the last few days of training to become a police officer. He was second in his class of 50 and looking forward to being on duty the following week. He was only 23 years old and had already spent 4 years in the military with 2 deployments.

Yes, he is a warrior...but a warrior of the highest kind...he is the one you would want by your side in an emergency. The one fighting for you and your loved ones. He has passion and a light that shines brightly. Of course he is my child and I love him dearly, so I may be somewhat biased.

A few days after his heart attack his doctor came into his room and when my son asked when he could go back to work he was told (in the doctors opinion) he would never be a police officer. He had just spent a year of his life in training and was not at all pleased with this comment. He pushed on!!!

He was released from the hospital and soon told he was testing positive for an auto-immune disease called Anti-phospholipid antibody syndrome and it would require a blood thinning medication for the rest of his life. This would be a deal breaker (if true) to ever being a police officer. But he held onto hope, trust, faith, optimism and was Surrendered to the perfect outcome for all.3 months later when tested again, he was negative for the anitbodies and subsequent tests again were negative.

Many specialists and tests later, he was taken off the blood thinners (deal back on) and again he pushed on. Finally when he thought the end of this ordeal was soon to be over he was asked to take a nuclear stress test to see the extent of the damage to his heart. Although the test showed damage, he passed this test with flying colors.

He called his doctor and asked for an immediate return to work order. Weeks went by, phone calls made. Nothing. Finally a return to work order was sent to his lawyer to be sent to the police department. It was not good news. The doctor again showed negativity and said he could not promise he would not have another heart attack. My son would require monitoring and health checkups (OMG not another deal breaker)...but my son held onto hope, trust, faith, optimism and Surrender. What will be will be and it is in God's hands now.

This week, 7 months since his heart attack, he recieved a phone call from the captain of his police department. "Could you be here Monday morning for duty?"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can!!!!!!!!!!!! I Am filled with hope, trust, faith, optimism. I have Surrendered and the time is now.

In my world, none of it ever would have happened. EVER. When he had the heart attack I had already spent years manifesting a wonderful life for him. I was heart broken myself. I remember while he was in the hospital the pain in my own heart was palpable...his was somewhat broken and mine was breaking for his! But through it all we have both held onto our belief that we are never alone, that we are on purpose, and that God is watching over and caring for this situation.We both have held onto hope, trust, faith, optimism and remained Surrendered to the perfect outcome.

It was sometimes hard not knowing how this would resolve. Would he ever work again? Would his health remain stable? Of course there were moments and days where we each had to dig deep to find these qualities. There were moments when I felt abandon by God only to have Him reach down and hold me in His arms and reassure me that 'all was well'. But every moment that I look at my son, I look with pure awe at what he has endured at such a young age. He has Powerful Intentions and he is manifesting them each moment.

We may never in this life know the reason for his heart attack. The medical community has no answers. All we can do is have hope in a bright future for him, keep the faith even when things don't appear to be going the way we want, trust that there was a reason and he is cared for always, and to let our optimism shine brightly for others to see. I am blessed beyond measure and I am always Surrendered.

An Angel Named Keturah

Around 15 years ago I picked up a book called "Angel Speak". In the book it suggests you ask your guardian angel its name. I was intrigued by this and sat down and did the meditation. As I did the meditation the name Keturah came to my mind. I immediately felt this was the name of my guardian angel and I started speaking to her. I used the name for my password on many computers and I named a design company after her..Keturah Designs...I made jewlery and sold it.

This was all well before the internet...one day a few years ago...I decided to see if I could find an origin to this unusual name. I spelled it Katura...and would always come away with Japanese stuff...and then one day...I must have spelled it differently and I about fell off the chair I was sitting on...this is what I found.

In the Book of Genesis, Keturah or Ketura (Hebrew: קְטוּרָה, Standard Qətura Tiberian Qəṭûrāh ; "Incense") is the woman whom Abraham marries after the death of Sarah. She bears him six sons, Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak, and Shuah.
She is styled "Abraham's concubine" (1 Chr. 1:32). Abraham married her probably after Sarah's death (Gen. 25:1-6). He also sent the sons he had by Keturah to live in the east far from his son Isaac. Rabbinic lore (midrash) holds that Keturah is identical with Hagar

I still consider her my guardian...maybe not an angel...but with me none the less...and teaching and guiding me.

Soooo...my son had a heart attack on Ocotber 9, 2007....and I called on God and all the angels to be with him. Many miracles occured on that day. He had emergency angioplasty and a stent put into his main artery and was placed in Cardiac Intensive Care. That night I slept in the waiting room for the CICU...a few blankets and some chairs became my bed for the night...or at least a place to rest my head. Around 7 or so the next morning...after being awake most of the night, I went to see how Quinn was doing. He was doing well, tired and upset, but hanging in there physically. I sat down in the chair in the room and my eyes gazed upon the wall where there was a white-board. On the white board it gave the date, and the names of his doctor, nurse and assistant nurse. My eyes flew open as I saw the name Keturah as the name of his assistant nurse. How could this be? I had never heard someone with that name in my life. I had never heard it used before. Even most people who know the bible don't remember the name Keturah...but there it was...a 'sign' that she was with us...watching over my son.

Later that afternoon I took Keturah (the nursing assistant) aside and told her how her name had brought an amazing sign to me from my guardian angel named Keturah. Her eyes misted over with tears and she was very touched by the story. Keturah looked at me and said, "Do you know what the name means? Do you know who Keturah was?" I told her I knew exactly who she was. Keturah smiled and again her eyes filled up with tears as she told me how touched she was to be used by God in such an amazing way.

Life is more amazing than ever

On the afternoon of October 9th my 23 year old son had a massive heart attack. He had a blood clot causing 100% blockage to his LAD artery. This is the main artery supplying 40% of the blood to his heart. This type of heart attack is often termed the widow maker because sudden death is often the outcome.

I thank God each moment that this was not the case for my son. He had emergency angioplasty and a stent put into the artery. He is still in the hospital at this point waiting for the proper levels of coumadin to take place.

There have been so many signs from above that show me he will do well and recover. The angels have watched over him in the most incredible way. I thank them all.

I will do more posting soon, but for the next few days I just want to be there to support him in the hospital.