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Denise and I had a big day planned.  We were going to watch Les Miserables, for her first time ever. I picked her up at 9, we went to Sonic and came back home.  She'd made treats for breakfast and we were just getting started when her phone rang.  She said, "Jeremy!?" and then she said, "Which hospital!?"  I was already grabbing my things to go.

Jeremy is Liza's age and the two of them have grown up together since they were just out of diapers.  Jeremy is Denise's oldest.  He's a good guy.  Always kind and loving and so so intelligent.   I love this kid.

Apparently, Jeremy, a scientist kinda guy, was in the lab, standing with another guy who turned his back to Jeremy and then heard a loud thump and turned back to find Jeremy on the floor, having the first of many, many seizures.  Denise and I pulled up as they were unloading him from the ambulance.  I dropped Denise off to go inside with them and then, went to pick up Jeremy's partner, Sarah.

We raced back to the hospital and straight into the ER.  There were machines and tubes and you name it being placed on his body.  He was still seizing and we were all just in shock as we watched. I called Doug immediately to come and give Jeremy a blessing.  Jeremy and the rest of Denise's kids have little faith in the gospel, at this time in their lives, but they all agreed that it was a good thing.  (I think that the fact that Doug was the one coming made that easier for them, as he is family to them.)

Jeremy had to be intibated before Doug could even arrive at the hospital.  He gave Jeremy a beautiful blessing, assuring him that he would live, that his doctors would be on their best game, that all would be well.

Within an hour, Jeremy was life-flighted to Salt Lake City, in a medically induced coma, to stop the seizures until more tests could be performed and before he could have surgery on his brain.  Test showed that he had fractured his skull in the fall and had a brain bleed.  Things were looking pretty bleak.

Even knowing where we are today with this, just looking at these pix makes my heart hurt.  Denise asked me to take pictures so that we could show Jeremy when he is better.

However, Jeremy never needed the surgery.  Jeremy had a few really bad days, but within a week, he was awake and able to sit, to speak, although he had little short-term memory.  By Tuesday, this week, Jeremy was transferred to a closer hospital in Ogden and the next day, he was released from the hospital.  He still has memory issues, balance issues and is working hard to improve in those areas.  He's receiving physical therapy and speech therapy and and and... but he's alive.  He's home.  And there is hope, even though he is quite discouraged at all that has happened and has little comprehension of anything that's happening.

I started this post on the day after all of this happened... two weeks ago.   It's been a crazy two weeks.  CRAZY.  C-R-A-Z-Y!!! We are so thankful for the many prayers that were answered.  On the night before Jeremy was transferred, Denise called at midnight and said that her cute little 2 year old granddaughter, Rose, was in the ICU in Vegas with RSV.  The next night, when Jeremy was in the second hospital, Denise texted, "Guess where I am?"  Assuming she was with Jeremy, at the new hospital, I about died when she said she was in the Logan ER with her daughter!!!  Talk about having a lot on your plate!  Thankfully, Ashlee is fine, Rose is home and fine and Jeremy is on the mend!  It's been crazy.  Just plain crazy.

I will not complain about my problems.  That's for sure.  Life is good.  Trying but good.