My Aunt Terri is the most giving person I know. She teaches children in Sunday School at our country church and plays the piano. She prays for people. She never forgets to mail me that yearly birthday. And, even though I’m not a little kid anymore, she still always packages up some little treats for me on holidays. I know that those packages are created with love, because she goes out of her way to find treats that she knows I like, such as the elusive Oh Henry candy bar that you can’t find on regular store shelves. She cares about and takes care of everyone. Despite all of her good works, she has been hit hard by some very serious health issues.
Around 6 years ago, she battled breast cancer. She went through surgeries and intense radiation. She’s now in remission. Just when she was feeling safe, she received additional diagnoses of lymphoma and leukemia. Hearing those words almost knocked her down spiritually and physically. At that time, the doctor said they were mild forms; no treatment was applied.
Time passed. Her conditions made her very tired, but she was still pushing herself to carry on as normal. Then last winter, it all came to a head. She had to be hospitalized for pneumonia and sepsis. She needed oxygen. Her immunity was rock bottom. She had trouble breathing. She was incredibly weak and had no appetite. The sepsis part was what really concerned me. My grandpa had contracted sepsis and it almost killed him. He was told that if he hadn’t gotten to the hospital when he did, he was about 2 hours from death, so the whole family knows the frightening consequences of sepsis.
As for my aunt’s struggle with sepsis, the entire family and church family were afraid and prayed for her. I thought she was going to die. If my uncle hadn’t gotten her to the hospital when he did, she probably would have. The hospital was so full that week, she didn’t even get admitted into a room. She was literally in a hospital bed stationed in one of the hallways. For the 10 days that she was there, the hospital was diligent to do what they had to do to save her. Although still very weak, she was sent home with an oxygen tank.
The next week she had to be readmitted to the hospital. The sepsis was still present making her blood cell counts dangerously high. She fought her way through. She was so weak, but she was eventually able to get the sepsis cleared from her body.
My aunt is still not out of the woods. Although she is home, she is immuno compromised. For a time she stayed away from crowds, and underwent two different types of extremely intense infusions to get her blood count and immunity higher. I’ll never forget one Sunday when we were going into church, I was thinking to myself, “I wonder how Aunt Terri is doing,” and to my surprise, there she sat, playing the church piano for the congregation.
Thankfully, my aunt survived the sepsis. That was a blessing because I know sepsis can be deadly. She still uses oxygen at times, and her energy level will never be the same, but she does not want these things to stop her from living life. My aunt is an inspiration to me. She is living proof that you can overcome things and keep a positive attitude. Her mantra to never give up is something that I can carry with me whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed.