It Is Not His Time To Go
By Jeanna Kish
By Jeanna Kish
The Story of Freddie Kish –
September 26, 2000 thru Dec
10, 2000
The start of our day was the
usual, get up, go to work for
Freddie, for Jeanna, is was get
up, get the kids to school and
off to work. But this day was
packed with adventure for
Jeanna as today was a great day
for an afternoon Photography
workshop that was being held
in Temple….so Jeanna got to
leave work early today and learn
her love of photography and
hang out with some of her
photo buddies.
As the events turned, the photo
workshop got cut off short as
Freddie called and said, “I’m not
feeling too good, do you mind
coming home early so I can go
home”. So feeling a bit cheated
from my fun day, I left the
workshop early and raced back
shop so Freddie could go home
early. This was also Monday
and my daughter had High
School marching band practice
from 7-9pm. So after racing
home to close the shop, running
home to grab the kids for
practice, I did not take time to
eat dinner but somehow I
acquired a bag of peanuts and
ate them while I watched the
marchers practice. When the
kids and I arrived home that
night, Freddie was already in
bed asleep. So being that I did
not eat supper and ate peanuts
for dinner somehow took a toll
on my digestive system and
about 2:30am I awoke with a
sick stomach and actually got
sick at my stomach. When I got
back into bed, I noticed Freddie
got up and got sick as well….I
thought how bizarre is that for
both of us to get sick…had we
caught a virus at work?? I was
still a bit mad for him making
me leave my workshop early
and relieve him, so I didn’t have
much sympathy for his whining
and such after all I too was
sick. After lying in bed for 20
min or so, it dawned on me that
something was truly wrong with
my husband. So I rushed to the
closet, got dressed, and tried to
wake him up. Now he is curled
up like a baby in the fetal
position, crying and moaning,
but not really conscious about
what he is doing. He really
didn’t want to bother me and he
had no idea that he was really
hurting. I convinced him that
we must go to the hospital to
see what is wrong with you. He
said, I will be ok, just leave me
alone and let me be. But I said,
no, you are going to get up and
get dressed. I have to get you
to the hospital. So we got into
my truck and off we go to
Hillcrest Hospital. I woke my
daughter and told her we were
off to the hospital and that I
would be home in time to get
her and her brother to school.
This was about 3 am. I would
have called 911, but living as far
out in the boonies as we did, I
knew we would have a much
better chance of me getting him
to hospital in record breaking
time if I drove him….so I did,
and I can make Hillcrest in
almost 15-18 min from our
home, which for the normal
person would take a good 30
minutes. I knew someday my
driving skills would come in
handy…I just didn’t know I
would be flat tracking my dying
husband to the hospital….but
fortunately for him…I did.
As we entered into the
emergency room admittance,
we were bypassed by the usual
fill out the paperwork and wait
game, as they rushed him into a
room and quickly began to
evaluate the situation at hand.
I then returned to give the
admittance clerk all the
information needed as you
know you don’t get far without
your insurance paperwork these
days!
Initially the doctors had several
scenarios as to what was wrong
with him. We had no idea. We
thought it could have been his
gallbladder or his heart….but
never in our wildest dreams
thought about it being his
pancreas. I didn’t even know
what a pancreas was before that
time. We did know that if it was
his gallbladder that it probably
would have to come out quick
before it burst. The doctors did
the usual testing and ran a cat
scan to see what was the culprit
of this pain that was shooting
through his body. And was he
ever in pain! Freddie was not
one to ever bow down to a little
pain…but this pain was the
worst pain any person could
bear. The doctors gave him
morphine, dose after dose, and
the highest of doses could not
make this pain go away. This
angered him as he thought
nobody cared about much he
was hurting, but after a little
wifely comforting and settling
him down, he was able to
manage and try to bear the
pain.
As morning was fast
approaching, the doctors told
me to go ahead and leave as I
had two children to tend to and
get ready for school, not to
mention a business to run, that
had nobody to open up or run
the place because only Freddie
and I were the key holders. So
trying not to worry about
Freddie, I went home to care for
the kids, take a shower and get
ready for a very long day. It
was around 5 am when I arrived
home only to have the
emergency room doctor call me
and tell me the results of the cat
scan were back and that I had a
very sick husband and that he
might not make it. Hysterical
was an understatement as to
how I took the news. I
said,”What?? My husband is not
going to make it?? What do you
mean?? What could possibly be
wrong with him that he’s not
going to make it?”
The Doctor reported that the cat
scan showed spots on his liver
that seemed to be cancerous,
however, they would not know
until they took a sample, his
pancreas was pretty much
blown up in his chest cavity and
his blood levels were far from
being normal. They said, “Your
husband has been sick for a
very long time”. I was simply
flabbergasted and blind
struck…How could this be
happening to us? We were
basically newlyweds and had
actually just opened our auto
repair business almost one year
ago. We actually became
business partners before we
married, as I had no intentions
of remarrying again. I thought
to myself been there done that
and felt as though I failed in my
first marriage, so why would I
want to do it again, but Freddie
and I were with each other 24/7
and I do mean 24/7! So on
February 4th 1999 (a Thursday)
at 6pm and after a full days
work, Freddie and I tied the
knot. We married in our church
office with just the pastor and
the two children. We went to
dinner with the kids and
celebrated our marriage and
went home that night to get up
and go to work the following
day.
So how could something so bad
happen to someone who was so
good?
Why Lord…why us??? What did
we do to deserve this torture?
Was this a test of our faith?? Or
were you just using us to set an
example for others? We were
very obedient in our church
attendance and hardly ever
missed a Sunday; we both were
on committees as we were both
key members of the church and
wanted to see our church get its
own building. Everyone knew
us at church and we had a great
family there. On the day of the
illness, September 26th, I called
the church office to ask to talk
to the preacher. I remember
the day well….it was a Tuesday
and I knew that the preacher
was there as they always had a
men’s prayer meeting on
Tuesday mornings at 7am. My
call was right at 7am and I told
them I needed to talk to
somebody now. The associate
pastor, Dick, not knowing my
emergency told me that
someone would call me back
after they had their meeting. I
said, “NO, this can not wait and
I need someone to pray for me
right now!”
This got his attention. I told
him the story and what the
emergency room doctor had
said and that Freddie was very
sick and might not make it and I
needed their help. They quickly
took the reins and went to the
hospital to see that Freddie was
cared for while I got the kids to
school and opened the shop. I
will never forget it….our pastor,
Ken, the associate pastor, Dick
and one of the founding elders,
Frank. I called them the three
musketeers….or I could have
said the “Three Wise Men”, but
nonetheless, they dropped
everything on their schedules
and came to my rescue, not
knowing what was to come of
this tragic moment.
They got to the emergency
room just in time to watched
Freddie rip out tubes and IV’s as
he told the doctors he had to go
to work. Now keep in mind
that Freddie was still in
incredible pain, but knew that
he had to go to work, as nobody
could do what Freddie did. Well
after getting the kids to school
and going to the shop to open
up, I finally arrived at the
hospital around 8:30am and
convinced Freddie that he had
to stay and see if they could find
out what was wrong with him
and see if the doctors could run
some additional tests to find out
what they were going to do with
him. He was not very receptive
to this, but I was insistent that
he stay and get some medical
attention and he was clearly in
no position to go to work. They
did run another cat scan that
morning and found that those
liver spots that were supposedly
cancer…were actually dust
spots on the film! What a relief
I thought…but why is he in so
much pain. Isn’t there anything
you can do for him??
The doctors reply was “No, we
can only administer so much
pain medicine, and over time,
the pain will diminish.” They
had never seen a man receive
so much pain medicine and still
be feeling anything….his pain
level was about 10 times that of
what a woman in labor would
experience…and knowing that
first hand…..that is some kind
of pain!
Around 10am that Tuesday
morning Freddie was finally
admitted to a room in ICU to
the 5th floor. A place that
nobody wants to go to! The
Critical Illness Floor…or the
Doom Floor….the floor where
you go to die! Freddie stayed
on this floor and in his room for
4 weeks! This was four of the
longest weeks of my life. We
watched many patients come
and go on that floor and death
was all around us. Freddie had
at one time 7 or 8 Doctors who
ranged in their fields from the
family physician to the general
surgeon and everything in
between. All the doctors had to
correspond with each other
every time they did something
or if one administered medicine,
the others had to know about it
too as everyone’s decisions
affected the others. The main
doctor and the one that I will
testify actually saved his life was
Dr. Wilson, his kidney doctor.
Dr. Wilson told me after about a
week or two of Freddie being in
the hospital, that he was not
getting any better and that he
would probably code that
night. Dr. Wilson asked me if I
thought they should resuscitate
Freddie or just let him go
peacefully. I looked at him and
said, “Of course I want you to
resuscitate him and you will do
so until I say to stop, but Dr.
Wilson,” I said, “he’s not going
to code tonight. Freddie is
going to be okay.”
Dr Wilson said, “How do you
know that? Your husband is a
very sick man and he’s an
alcoholic whose pancreas is in
pieces all over his body, his
blood levels are jumping all
over the page and we cannot
seem to stabilize him, so why
do you think he’s going to live?”
I told him, “First off, God has a
plan for Freddie, and it is not
his time to go. Secondly,
Freddie is NOT an alcoholic.
Don’t get me wrong, he does
drink occasionally, but I know
an alcoholic when I see one and
I am with him 24/7. Freddie
does not drink excessively or to
the point of drunkenness, so I
personally know that he is not
an alcoholic. He’s a
workaholic,” I said, “but not an
alcoholic!” Besides that, we
were working ourselves silly
trying to make our business
successful and doing all that we
could do to merely get by and
pay our bills. We didn’t have
time to drink or the money to
buy the booze. So with that
said Dr. Wilson said he was
going to put him on his prayer
list and pray for him nightly and
that he was also going to call
the nurses station every 4 hours
around the clock and monitor
his blood levels very closely so
that he could help Freddie get
better if he could.
Over the course of the four long
weeks in ICU, Freddie had had
many blood samples, many cat
scans and was still on morphine
for pain. He was on so much
morphine that he went off on
crazy trips in his mind and
talked out of his head telling
some of the most bizarre stories
you have ever heard. This
became a great source of
entertainment for the kids and
me. When I would get home the
kids would always ask, “What
did Freddie have to say today?”
They knew it would be
something that could make
them laugh and make light of
this horrible situation we were
all bearing.
The four weeks of ICU was only
the beginning of Freddie’s
hospital stay. He actually
stayed in the hospital for ten
full weeks. Freddie was known
in the hospital as “Dead Man
Walking” as there was no real
reason for him to be alive. I
never gave in to the fact that he
was so sick that he was going to
die. I told everyone I knew that
Freddie was indeed sick, very
sick, but there was nothing that
God could not do and that God
could restore his health and
eventually he did. Over the
course of the ten week hospital
stay and reviewing the cat scan
reports with the surgeon it was
a miraculous discovery that
Freddie’s pancreas started to
mold itself back together. The
surgeon would ring his hands
and say, “Well, it looks like we
don’t have to do anything just
yet. His body is looking like it’s
healing itself. So let’s give him
another few days and see how
he looks.”
During the hospital stay for
Freddie, I couldn’t help but
realize that most people under
this kind of stress would merely
fold up and have a nervous
break down, but knowing that
God was in charge made my life
livable. It was a very trying and
stressful 10 weeks of my life,
and there were times when I felt
the whole world was crumbling
around me, but knowing that
God was in charge helped me
get through those tough times.
Our church was under a lot of
tension during this time as
well. We were a young church
with lots of problems and lost
our focus on what was really
important in life. Our church
through Freddie learned to
come together and be there for
each other. The spirituality of
the church grew greatly and the
little problems didn’t seem so
important as did the life of
Freddie. One of our newest
members of our church,
Dorothy, an elderly lady, got on
the 700 Club and had members
praying for Freddie all over the
world. Now that is world wide
recognition at its best!
Dorothy would come to me with
stories that would actually give
me goose bumps over my entire
body. I did not know her before
Freddie was in the hospital, but
she told me on the day of his
illness attack that she was
driving down Hwy 84 (which ran
parallel to our shop) that about
at the time she was even with
our shop, she got a message
from God that something was
wrong with a man in our church
and that she was to pray for
him. So she did, she prayed and
prayed, but had no idea who
this man she was praying for or
why, but that he was very sick
and needed her prayer. She
then learned during a
Wednesday night prayer
meeting at the church, that
Freddie was in the hospital and
was very ill and for everyone to
keep him in his prayers. That
was so powerful to me that
someone who didn’t even know
us, knew through God that there
was a need close by and to take
it into their hands and show
others that God is really in
control of our lives and to let
him be the one to heal us
through their prayers.
Wow……we are so little….yet
God is so Big and so Powerful.
He truly was my salvation
during these troubled times and
had I not had the power of
prayer in my life and the
salvation of my savior to help
me through those troubled
times of uncertainty, I do not
know how I could have made it
through the day. It is such a
blessing to know that though
we can make choices for
ourselves, we have God to lean
on in the good times and
especially during the bad times
to get us through and to help us
survive in this crazy world. I am
truly grateful for Dr. Wilson for
taking the extra time and
having the faith that Freddie
was not just your typical
pancreas victim. I also cannot
thank our church enough for
being there day and night
during those 10 weeks and
ultimately for God for working
through the doctors to help
them make the right choices to
heal Freddie.
Freddie will forever remain a
diabetic, but he is not your
typical type 1 or type 2 diabetic,
as he is just living without a full
pancreas and has a pancreas
that is not capable of producing
the insulin needed to maintain a
healthy blood sugar level. So
with every shot of insulin that
he takes, he is always reminded
that he could have been taken
off to Heaven, but instead, God
had a plan for him, a plan to
help others and show others
how truly powerful our God is
and that nothing is impossible
for God.
Our shop has prospered as well,
going from a 6,000 sq foot
shop with 3 employees to a
18,000 sq foot shop now
employing 20 employees plus
Freddie and me. Not bad for a
business that will celebrate it’s
10th anniversary this December
2008. Freddie has not worked
on a car since he went into the
hospital on Sept 26th, 2000 and
now cannot work on cars due to
the danger it could have to
cutting his hand and the effect
that diabetics have with cuts
that can lead to loss of limbs.
He now shares his talents and
knowledge with his technicians
and helps them to become
better technicians through his
past knowledge of cars and
repairs.
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