My saving grace

Its taken me a while to form a recent event in to words and share with the world. A few weeks ago I was invited to a retirement party for a doctor here in town. A party for a pediatric urologist named Dr. Love, a man I had thought of often over the past 25 years. It was fitting that he chose to retire after the 25th anniversary of our fateful meeting had passed.

When I met Dr. Love, I was a broken little girl standing on death’s door. No one had ever seen anything like me before, I was a challenge a blessing in disguise. I made this mans career. Because of me he was propelled into greatness, medical journals bare his name, people came to him for the answers. But one question always remained, what happened to the blue-eyed girl you saved, where is she now? Dr. Love had no idea where I had ended up, yet the photo of the 3 yr old sat on his desk for 25 years, reminding him that he did the unthinkable.

At the party, they talked about his contributions, the miracles he was a part of. But one story was saved for last. As they recanted the events of 1986, of a little girl down in Red Wing who was born with an upside down bladder system and reproductive system. Of how he put this little humpty dumpty back together again.

Someone came over touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear, its time. I was whisked to the side of the stage, my saving grace sat a table on the floor. The speaker cleared his throat and said “Dr Love, we found he, I would like for you to meet Baby B.” Thoughts rushed through my mind what do I say to the man who saved my life. In a stream of tears all I could udder was thank you, thank you Dr. Love for giving me an amazing 25 years of life, I owe everything to you and your staff. Dr. Love quickly ran up on stage and threw his arms around me, He couldn’t stop looking at me. I was his creation, his salvation, his reason for being on this planet. I am a fluke, that has never been repeated, and I thank God every day for Dr. Love.

Leaving the stage we sat down out in the hall. He asked me what my life was like. I told him it is a hot sticky mess some days but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. He asked how it has been medically, I told him I am fighting the battle, some days my bladder and kidneys don’t play on the same team, but I am doing all right. Of my blood clot, child loss and everything else. All he could say was “wow you have shoved a lot of life into those 28 years.” Yes, yes I have and I owe the past 25 to you. Thank you, Thank you Dr. Love for saving me, for breathing life back into me, because of you I have lived a life of stories, adventure, and love. I am forever in debt to you.

Published by NinjaInTheCity

AmandaJean is a thriving pulmonary embolism & stroke survivor, passionate Paralegal, Advocate, and Blogger who believes she can change the world one person at a time. She is obsessed with the Law, beauty subscription boxes, collecting costume jewelry, visiting flea markets, Ruby Red Squirt and Candy Corn. World Traveler. Serial Volunteer. Lover of Frank Lloyd Wright, Heart Healthy Living, and good wine. Mama to a Muppet like dog. Aunt to @HalfPintNinja

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