How does one
pen about the Miracle of a Lifetime
in a few sentences? On Feb. 17, 1998 my
husband, Robert Daigle, kissed me goodbye and headed to work. Forty-five minutes later I received a call
from the plant where he worked saying he was having some type of problem with
his heart and that I needed to head to the hospital. When I got there they escorted me not to my
husband’s side but to a small room telling me the doctor would be in shortly. When the doctor came in he told me, as well as
Bishop Randy and Pastor Renee’ who had gotten there, that my husband had been
life-flighted there with not breathing on his own and with no sustainable
heartbeat. He was now on life support
and being kept alive only by machines, making him clinically dead. He was 39. As I sat across from the doctor, my 5 year
old, Tashia, stood next to me on the couch.
My other two, Tiffani and Timothy, were being brought to the hospital by
Pastor Kirk Ellender, I asked, “How many
people in my husband’s condition had he seen make it?” The doctor touched his white hair and said,
“I’ve been doing this for 30 years. I
have never seen anyone in your husband’s condition make it. I can give you no hope and suggest you not
have any.” My reply to him was, “Well
this will be your first!”
After they
let me see him and gave me their condolences and all of his things, they sent
me to another waiting room on the floor where they would be transferring him until
his organs shut down. By law he was to
be kept on the machines for 72 hours before an outside decision, which I would
have the privilege of making, to “unplug” him. Bishop and Pastor Renee ‘walked with me and
said, “We will stand with you. But no
matter what, know His grace is sufficient.” A second doctor, in a second waiting room,
confirmed the same diagnosis. It would
be most likely a few hours until the organs completely shut down due to my
husband’s death. As we came out of the
room, dozens of church members had already gathered. Bishop came to me a few minutes later and told
me to go with my close friend, telling her to get me to eat something. I did not know this at that time, but the
doctor had told Bishop Randy, “You need to prepare his wife. Mr. Daigle’s organs have started to shut down.
It will only be a matter of minutes now.”
It was then he called the church members
to pray a “resurrection prayer.”
Within 10
minutes of this prayer, a family advocate came running into the cafeteria
calling for me frantically saying, “Your husband is awake and uncontrollable. He has broken his wrist straps and is fighting
off the nurses.” I entered the room,
along with Bishop and Pastor Renee’ and told Robert to lie back down. He was literally back from the dead. There is more to this story, every step was a
part of how great the miracle was and how God can change every fact a doctor
can give. Not one doctor could give an
explanation. No nurse could explain. My God is the God of life. Robert was to live and not die, and declare
the works of the Lord.
Darla Daigle
Nederland Campus
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