Trevor is back among the living!!

Wow! I just got off the phone with Trevor.

I spoke with him – through Rebecca – three or four days ago, and the docs were amazed that he was strong enough to sit in the chair, but he wasn’t strong enough to talk on the phone. This evening, however, was different.

I’m sure it wasn’t the whole story, but he sounded great! He was strong, energetic, even enthusiastic! I was amazed!

He shared some things with me, however, that made me stop and sober up. Guys, this has been a series of miracles for him. I didn’t realize how close he was to being gone. When the hospital called Rebecca and Judy and asked them to come down to SF, it was to say goodbye! Dang! They didn’t expect him to get up from that hospital bed; his organs had begun to shut down, and they didn’t have a handle on the infection yet. In fact, when Rebecca got there, she had information that they used to make the correct diagnosis, and begin overcoming the infection.

When Trevor decided that he needed to go to the hospital, we just checked with the desk at the hostel, and took him to the closest one. When we walked in, the ER waiting room was empty. In Canada (where Trevor’s from), the ER room would have 20 or 30 folks in it, so he though (he tells me), “What have I gotten myself into? Is this place safe for me? We just went to the closest hospital, we didn’t ask for the good one!” And that was the last thing he remembers for five or six days.

We knew the infection was fierce. Apparently, it was fiercer than we knew. I reported some days ago that it spread horizontally, but not vertically, not far down into his body. That is unusual for this kind of infection. In fact, if it had gone one layer deeper, it would have gotten into that layer between skin and muscles (is it the “lymph system”?) and spread all over his body from there. The only thing that kept it from being described as a “flesh eating bacteria” was the unusual fact that it never got to that depth.

He’s still not completely well, however he’s well enough to be transferred to a hospital in his hometown in BC. He’s well enough to be very grateful for everyone who prayed, and everyone who passed the news and the prayer needs on to their own networks as well.

Prayer is clearly the only reason Trevor survived this episode. In fact, when Judy arrived, she and Rebecca laid hands on the unconscious Trevor and rebuked stuff. They report that it was rather like in Star Trek, when all the meters over the guy’s head suddenly move to a relatively normal setting as they inject their 24^th century miracle medicine: Many (or all) of Trevor’s vital signs suddenly came back into alignment: for example, his heart rate dropped from 200 BPM to around a hundred BPM. The nurse’s eyes got real big, and asked, “What happened??” Rebecca just pointed at Judy, who still had hands on Trevor, praying. “Oh. Prayer!”

It was great! It turns out, as reported before, that the hospital that “just happened” to be 4 blocks away was indeed the best possible place for him. Even the name was significant: Trevor is in Saint Francis Memorial Hospital, in the city of Saint Francis (San Francisco is the Spanish name for him), and Saint Francis is one of Trevor’s heroes (that’s my word); his life has been influenced by Saint Francis for years.

Thanks so much for your prayers. You’re the reason Trevor’s alive today!