As I had been immediately summoned, I was now on scene equipped with my oils and I calmly told the Dr’s that “Amputation was not in our vocabulary and asked for yet another opinion.”
Kindly the 4th specialist said he would work with us, and agreed not to amputate, and suggested that I go home and get some rest as I’d now been at hospital debating with Drs for over 48 hrs. Reluctantly I went to our son's house nearby the hospital and fell asleep for a few hours.
Waking with an uneasy feeling that it was urgent I got back to the hospital quickly. I arrived at the hospital to find Ben’s room empty. I said to the nearby nurse “where is Ben” she flippantly replied, “they have taken him for surgery.” I literally ran down the hall to where they were wheeling Ben’s bed into the amputation room. I grabbed hold of the side of the bed and went into the operating room with them.
A chilled, eerie, silence fell over the room and it was as if no one even breathed. Surrounding Ben’s bed there were 5 fully masked and gowned drs and then me in street clothes. No one spoke.
Suddenly the double doors flew open and a younger unmasked Dr said “what’s going on in here?”
No one spoke, he walked up and stood beside me, uneasily glancing at everyone. Still gripping the side rail of the bed, I turned my body towards him and looked steadily eye to eye, saying, “ If this was your dad, would you cut his feet off.” He quickly responded with a strange look on his face, “no probably not” I said, “ok then let’s get out of here.”