We woke up and got ready for school, and when shelly went in to wake Brad up he wouldn't wake up so we had to rush him to the E.R. He spent a week there and was sent home, he supposedly knocked a bottle of Nyquil on the floor and then drank it. Then about a month later he over dosed again but this time on tylenol and had to be rushed to the E.R. When we went home to search his room there was the bottle open and under the bed his cat lay dead next to it. He spent 2 weeks in the hospital and then came home it was around the 4th of July. The next day he over dosed again on tylenol and went into this almost eplectic seasure and we again rushed him but this time his white blood count was so low they had to fly him to Seattle Childrns Hospital. He spent at least a month maybe more there, and just as he would get better he would take an unsuspected turn for the worst, there came a time when they didn't think he was going to make it. Then one day Brad told on her, the doctor just happen to come into the room when she was about to poison him and the doctor asked what was behind her back she replied nothing, he asked her again and nothing, then Brad said mom tell him what you got. She replied nothing. The doctor asked her to leave the room and wait in the waiting room and Brad told the doctor that she had the thing you give shots with and she puts it into the tube. Then they found out that when he would use the bathroom she would injct it into his IV and it gave him Ecoli and something else.
They rushed him into surgery and during surgery half his heart stopped beating, at this time it was a matter of life or death, every second was preciouse and counted. By the grace of God he pulled through, God was with Brad that day, he spared him his life. He had to have his spleen removed and his apendix. But he lived. Shelly was arrested that day and sent to prison, it was a bitter sweet time in every sence of the word. We lost another "mom" but at least my brother was ok he was only 2.
There are two things I learned from this, one is that God will never leave us nor forsake us and also that He will never give us more than we can bear, and every time I think differantly I just remember what that little 2 year old boy went through, and more importantly how he made it out. I guess 3 things, I also learned that we are preciouse in the eyes of God and he has something in store for Brad a greater perpose, and he may not know it now but soon enough he will.
They rushed him into surgery and during surgery half his heart stopped beating, at this time it was a matter of life or death, every second was preciouse and counted. By the grace of God he pulled through, God was with Brad that day, he spared him his life. He had to have his spleen removed and his apendix. But he lived. Shelly was arrested that day and sent to prison, it was a bitter sweet time in every sence of the word. We lost another "mom" but at least my brother was ok he was only 2.
There are two things I learned from this, one is that God will never leave us nor forsake us and also that He will never give us more than we can bear, and every time I think differantly I just remember what that little 2 year old boy went through, and more importantly how he made it out. I guess 3 things, I also learned that we are preciouse in the eyes of God and he has something in store for Brad a greater perpose, and he may not know it now but soon enough he will.