In an
instant, without warning, I was gone.
At 10:30 on
a Saturday night I suffered a cardiac arrest, lifeless in our bed as my wife
called 9-1-1.
But God had
a different plan, a supernatural plan.
In the next
48 hours He orchestrated a series of events, employing dozens of professionals,
family and friends as “instruments” in His plan to restore my life.
First among
the miracles on this journey was the fact that my wife LaDonna was with me when
my heart stopped. Typically I am the first to retire for the night. This night,
however, she was lying beside me when she suddenly heard sounds like I was fighting
for breath.
An instant
later I was gone, the body’s electrical system turned off, no blood pumping to
keep brain and body working.
As I have no
memory of the days immediately before and after the cardiac arrest, this story primarily
reflects the experiences of others.
“Don’t go,”
LaDonna whispered after realizing I was not breathing. She briefly left the
room to call 9-1-1.
She prayed
the first of many prayers as the dispatcher put out an ambulance call. It was
about nine minutes before a team of responders arrived. They immediately shoved
furniture out of the way and transferred my body to the floor to begin chest
compressions.
Intravenous
lines were established at several points in my body and miscellaneous drugs
were administered. After
seven jolts from electric “paddles,” my heart began to beat again. I was quickly
moved to a gurney and placed in the ambulance for a 30-minute drive to Skagit
Valley Hospital.
Another
of "my miracles," we were told later by one of the responders, was the timing of their
availability. If the 9-1-1 call to our house had been made 15 minutes earlier, all of the
city’s responders were unavailable, engaged on another call. They were actually
on the road from that event when they received the call to my home.
Two police
officers who had responded to the 9-1-1 call stayed with LaDonna until a dear friend
and his teenage son arrived at our home. Father and son, long-time friends from church, ministered to LaDonna as daughter
and son-in-law Kirsten and Brian scrambled to make the trip from North Whidbey
Island to Anacortes. Friends and family soon connected before the drive to the
ER in Mount Vernon.
Where a
sense of despair and helplessness would have been understandable, home and then
cars were filled with the sweet sounds of scriptures and prayer.
“We prayed
all the way to the hospital,” my daughter recalls. “We told the Lord we trust
Him. We read Bible verses, prayed for Mom, and surrendered you.”
When family
arrived at the emergency room I was on a ventilator, still unconscious. They were informed that only
LaDonna would be allowed to see me. Brian and Kirsten were reading Psalm 34
when my son Mark and daughter-in-law Kimber arrived after an anxious 45-minute
drive. Brother Rich had also made the drive.
As all
waited, daughter Kirsten read Psalm 33:18-22: “Behold the eye of the Lord is on
those who fear Him, on those who hope for His lovingkindness, to deliver their
soul from death and keep them alive in famine. Our soul waits for the Lord; He
is our help and shield. For our heart rejoices in Him, because we trust in His
holy name. Let Your lovingkindness, O Lord, be upon us, as we have waited for
You.”
A doctor
delivered a grim prognosis. Meanwhile I tested positive for COVID so I was
moved to isolation, where efforts to save my life continued.
Because of
the possibility of death, a nurse was dispatched, making the “exception” to
allow son and daughter to join their mother to spend time with their father.
There, in the only time they would have with their unconscious father for the
next two days, they stroked his hair and spoke in his ear.
“I love you
so much Dad,” said Mark. “I want you to stay, but if it’s God’s will for you to
go home, then it’s okay. We’ll take care of Mama. It’ll be okay.”
“I prayed
that God would use you as a miracle,” Kirsten recalled. “Man so often says ‘Where
is your God? Things are the same as they always were.’ But I kept thinking, ‘Lord
Jesus, we trust You, but we ask for healing to Your glory.’ I whispered in your
ear that I loved you, and told you we’d take care of Mom.”
Kirsten then
read 1 Corinthians 15:40-44: “There are also heavenly bodies and earthly
bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is one, and the glory of the earthly is
another. There is one glory of the sun, another glory of the moon, and another
glory of the stars; for star differs from star in glory. So also is the
resurrection of the dead. It is sown a perishable body, it is raised an
imperishable body; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in
weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a
spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.”
She
whispered the 23rd Psalm in her father’s ear.
Kirsten
recalls: “The medical team scurried around the room as we waited for the
doctor. They asked us to think what we would like to do in regard to artificial life
support. Mom responded, ‘How do I know what to do? How can I make this
decision?’ I suggested to her that we don't have to make any decisions. God is
the One who decides. He gives and He takes away.”
“I reminded Mom
that we can trust Jesus moment by moment and that is the best decision to make,”
she continued. “We told them we didn't want to hold onto you, if it's not God's
will, then He would take you home. Mom nodded her head.”
Kirsten
said: “I remember scanning the room and thinking, ‘Lord! Look at all these
souls! Use this for your glory. These people watch patients die every day, but
I'm not sure these men and women see many patients come back to life. Lord,
show people that You still raise the dead, you are still in the healing
business’.”
At about 3
a.m., all were asked to leave the isolation room due to the COVID diagnosis. Everyone
was sent home.
“We were not
allowed to see you after that,” Kirsten recalls.
There was a
stop in Anacortes early Monday for a few hours to sleep, then on to Whidbey
Island, where Mark and Kimber rejoined the family in waiting. More sleep and
the sharing of a meal.
On Monday
evening, with me still unresponsive at the hospital, calls were made inviting friends to gather for prayer. As one young man played hymns on the
piano, 21 brothers and sisters in Christ prayed.
“We asked
that God’s name would be glorified,” Kirsten recalls. “We prayed that you would
be healed so that others might come to know Jesus as Lord and King of their
lives. We gave thanks, we praised, we trusted. We clung to God’s promises.”
A phone call
to the hospital later that night brought the news that I had regained consciousness
even as the group prayed. I had opened my eyes and tracked the nurse as she
moved through the room.
“You wiggled
your toes, squeezed the nurse’s hand when she asked you to,” family was told.
Now off the ventilator, it was time for
more divine intervention.
I had recovered from
COVID a few months earlier, and showed no symptoms before the cardiac arrest. Although
family requested it, a second COVID test was refused. Kirsten went to the
hospital website, reviewed a patient rights section, and called another number
to explain the situation.
On the other
end of that call was a Christian woman, who called back. She listened to
Kirsten’s frustrated appeal and said she would see about administering another
COVID test.
“She prayed
with me and for me,” Kirsten recalled. “She was a lovely example of Christ's
love hidden in the craziness of hospital bureaucracy.”
On Wednesday the second test came back negative. Then a third, paving the way for me to be
moved out of isolation to a room in the Intensive Care unit.
The first
time my wife and family had seen me after I regained consciousness was in a
video call, one of several that would be scheduled while on-site visits were
prohibited.
In the days
that followed, one person at a time from family was allowed to spend time with
me (again, general hospital COVID restrictions).
On March 24
I had a stent placed in a partially blocked artery. That day during her visit Kirsten
took the opportunity to talk to a nurse.
“The nurse
pointed at you and said, ‘I sometimes see people come back … but not like that’,”
said Kirsten. “You were smiling and pushing your walker back to your bed. The
nurse said she did not recognize you as the same patient she had seen a few
days ago.”
On March 28
I had a defibrillator/pacemaker placed in my chest, and on Wednesday, 10 days
after arriving unconscious by ambulance, I was released to go home.
Seven months later, as I reflect
on this story of God’s miraculous intervention in my life, I am thankful for this
expression of His love and healing power. I hurt for my loved ones who were
initially given little hope for my survival. They did not despair, however, and
turned my fate over to God. I will forever be grateful for their love, prayers
and devotion to God’s will, God’s glory.
I am also
grateful for the countless brothers and sisters who lifted my name up in
prayer. My faith in the power of prayer was reinforced at a very personal level.
I am
grateful that despite the long minutes without heart activity I did not suffer
cognitive or physical damage. (Photo below is me (center) and two of the emergency responders who got my heart pumping again and delivered me for hospital treatment.)
As I continue
to move forward in these months of recovery, I celebrate. I give Jesus thanks
each day and continue to ask, “What is your will for me? Will you lead me, giving
me the words, inspiring the actions that will glorify Your name? I thank you,
Lord, for the gift of life and the opportunity to continue to serve You.”
By Steve Berentson
Notes:
Sudden Cardiac Arrest (SCA) is a life-threatening emergency that occurs when
the heart suddenly stops beating. SCA leads to death in minutes if the person
does not get help right away. According to the Sudden Cardiac Arrest Foundation, survival
after emergency medical treatment is 9%, and survival with good functional
status is 7%. SCA is the third leading cause of death in the nation, affecting
1,000 people outside hospital settings each day. Approximately 356,000 people
of all ages experience EMS-assessed out-of-hospital non-traumatic SCA each year
and nine out of 10 victims die.