Hank is sick and it has gone from bad to worse. Somewhere around 1:00 am, Hank woke up and made a mad dash for the bathroom. An intestinal bug had taken hold and he was in a bad way. I didn't think there was anything left...and yet he continued to be sick. He finally laid down, groaning in pain. I was at a loss with nothing to give him. No Internet...no cell service...it's the middle of the night and I am here in France and I just want to call home. (It's only 4 pm there, after all...)
"Hank, I only have water for you...maybe I should go get the doctor," I said. "Yes! Call the doctor, Mom!" Hank moaned. That was all I needed to hear...no kid wants the doctor...
Luckily, the Order of Malta has a huge medical team, with doctors on each floor. I went out into the hallway to look for help. I stood outside the door marked "Medical"...and then stood outside the door marked "Emergency". "Which door do I knock on?" Maybe I should check to see who is in each room. There was a list of names and room numbers inside the elevator, so I pushed the button and waited. Inside the elevator, I quickly scanned the names...I tried to be quick as I did not want the elevator moving and risk being caught in my Spongebob pajama pants...(Why did I bring Spongebob pajamas to Lourdes?) The doors to the elevator don't stay open by pushing the door open button, but rather by an electronic eye at knee level. I stood in the elevator, swinging my leg to keep it open...realizing that whoever is manning the security camera was getting an entertaining show...It was too hard to read and keep the doors open...I abandoned the elevator and ran back to the room to get dressed. "Did you bring the doctor?" Hank muttered. "Not yet...on my way to get him," I replied.
Dressed is sweats, I headed down to the bar with the intention of asking if anyone was a doctor...that way I wouldn't be waking anyone up. I saw our assistant team captain, Katherine, and headed straight for her. She saw me coming and stood up...the minute we made eye contact, I broke into tears. "What's wrong?" she asked with a worried expression. "It's Hank..." I sobbed, "he is sick...throwing up...and more." (I have no idea why I was crying...all I can compare it to is seeing your mom and crying in relief) Katherine took charge with a "let's go get the doctor" and up we went. She went right up to the door marked "Medical" and knocked on the door. An almost immediate response as the door opened and the doctor stood there. "Sorry to bother you...we have a sick Malade..." He invited us in and I told him Hank's symptoms. He gave me Imodium, something for nausea and pain. "Give him this now and another if he gets sick again," he directed. Quick and professional, I felt more confident immediately.
Back in the room, Hank was once again asleep. I went into the
bathroom and cleaned it up in preparation for his next bout. I laid down in bed knowing that there probably would be no sleeping. At 4 am he was up again and heading for the bathroom. I got out the medicine and grabbed a water bottle...and then I saw it...the small plastic water bottle with a picture of Our Lady of Lourdes on it. It was left here for us when we got in our room on Wednesday. I opened the Lourdes water and poured it into a glass. "Here Hank...this will make you feel better." He took the pills and finished the water, laying down and falling back to sleep. He woke up at 7 am feeling better, and I headed to breakfast in search of something he could eat. Crackers? Soup? Something light... I was worried about dehydration...we were already 1,000 ft above sea level and were told to stay hydrated...
Downstairs, I ran into Maura, the wonderful nurse for the Red Team. "How is Hank?" she asked. I filled her in on the night's events. "He needs ginger ale...I will go find some." And with that, she was off. As I quickly grabbed some food for myself and sat down with the Burkart family, John B. asked, "Where is Hank?" I explained the situation and told him that I needed to head to the grotto for more Lourdes water. "I'll go!" he said and quickly jumped up. And with that...he was off. Numerous others now started to inquire about Hank as word spread quickly. Soon, I was armed with a liter of Lourdes water, an armful of Sprite (ginger ale could not be located) and a french roll. I headed back upstairs to see the patient as the rest of the pilgrimage got ready to head to the grotto for morning Mass. (I should add that a few of our party offered to stay with Hank and let me go to mass, but I knew where my heart was and if I were sick and age 13, I would want my mom...)
Hank was awake when I got there and still looking gray. "Are you hungry?" I asked. He shook his head. I poured a glass of Lourdes water and gave him his medicine. I asked how he was feeling and he said, "better" but not great. Our voiture team (French for "cart") Dr. Jim and Christine, stopped by to see how we were. (Dr. Jim had taken care of my bout with the flu) I assured them that we would be fine and they said they would check on us when they got back. After talking for a few minutes, I shut the curtains and let him sleep, as I tried in vain to get an Internet connection. I was very disappointed that we were not at the Grotto Mass. To be in that holy spot with the holy Eucharist...but I could see it was not to be...
|Malade and Companion Medals|
Notre Dame, where malades and companions would receive their medals. This was a big deal. The Grand Master of the Order of Malta, Fra' Matthew Festing, would be arriving and handing out the medals. Something I knew we didn't want to miss...but it would depend on Hank's illness. (or lack of illness!) Hank woke up feeling better and said he wanted to go. He took a quick shower and I let our cart pullers know that we would be there. Hank and I headed out the front door of the hotel where our cart team had assembled. Everyone else had gone from the grotto to the site and we were the only ones at the hotel. With Hank situated, away we went at a fast clip to get there in time. Down the street, across the Domain and to the hall. As we rounded the corner of the building, all the voitures were parked and all the malades and companions were inside. But our red team leaders were out front and cheered when they saw Hank. "You made it, Hank!" they cheered. Bishop Soto came over and asked, "How are you doing Hank? Glad you made it!" Hank mumbled a response and I shot Bishop Soto a grateful look.
|Hank receives his medal from the Grand Master.|
Ten minutes later, the introduction of the Grand Master was made to the applause and cheers of the room. A large man with a British accent, Fra' Festing seemed strong, humble, jovial and serious...all at once. Although from England, he lives most of the time in Rome, where the headquarters of the Order is located. With a blessing of the medals by Bishop Soto, the ceremony started. Row by row, the Grand Master made his way through the room. We handed each other our cameras, in hopes of getting the rare photo of the Malade with the Grand Master. As he approached our row, our excitement grew, and then he was there...he reached me first and as he placed the medal in my hand, he clasped both my hands around it. I have no recollection of what he said, if anything, but I was completely starstruck and grateful to be there. Hank was next and Fra' Festing talked to Hank, but I could not hear what was said. But although fleeting, the moment was longer, he lingered...and Hank smiled.
As we pinned our buttons on, I could see Hank was rapidly declining. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "Not good...I have a headache," was the response. He laid his head on my shoulder...his head felt clammy. With the ceremony over, we once again loaded up the carts...but last one in seemed to mean last one out...and so we sat on the steps and waited. At last our voiture was free and Hank was loaded up. Well, not only did we have the Hine's as our team for the day, but we also had the Most Reverend Bishop Jaime Soto. "All set?" he asked as he grabbed on to the back of the cart. We joined the procession and made our way back to the hotel. Hank and I headed up to the room where Hank changed back into his sweats and I headed down to lunch, in search of something he could eat. I returned with a bowl of soup, french bread, banana and crackers. (I had a lot of help from Nurse Maura, gathering up things) Hank did not like the soup, (neither did I) and accepted the bread and crackers. He was happy that his phone was getting Internet and didn't even respond when I told him I was going to run down and eat lunch.
There was free time after lunch today and Malades and companions were encouraged to rest. Perfect! Just what we needed. The next event was not until 3:30, when we would gather in the garage to head over to the Domaine for the Blessed Sacrament Procession and Adoration and Blessing of the Sick. After a quick lunch, and contact with Bishop Soto and the Hines, I headed back to the room. Hank was still awake and feeling better. We had a chance to just chat with each other and reflect..."What do you think of all this?" I asked. Hank sat quietly for a moment. "I feel stronger in my faith," he said. We talked about the boys he had been hanging around with. "Are they nice? Do you like them?" He responded with enthusiasm, "They are SO nice. I really like them. They inspire me to put on the uniform they are wearing (The Order of Malta) and come back here." What more could I ask for? Although tired and not feeling well...Hank was happy, full of faith and inspired. Healing comes in many forms...
|The size of the crowd|
A few minutes later, I looked over at him. He didn't look right...something is wrong. "Hank, what is it?" I asked, trying to keep the alarm out of my voice. "My chest hurts, it's hard to breathe," he responded. I grabbed the nearest Knight. "Hank's not well! His chest hurts! It's hard to breathe!" Nurse Maura was at my side immediately. "Hank, how are you? What is wrong?" Once again Hank answered, "My chest hurts." "We need a doctor!" Maura said loudly...and off she went to locate one. Within a minute, she was back with a doctor in tow. He listed to Hank's heart...and then he listened again. Those around us stopped talking and a hush started to go through the crowd. "His heartbeat is rapid..." said the doctor when he finished. "It's too fast...we need to get him out of here." And there it
Back at the hotel, Dr. Jim, Katherine and another doctor, all escorted us to our room as Bishop Soto and Christine took care of the voiture. Soon the doctor we woke in the middle of the night,along with another doctor showed up and there we were...Hank and his team of medical professionals! As the one doctor listened to his heart, the other three stood attentively watching. "I think he is dehydrated," said one. They all agreed. I so wanted to step back and take a photo....when do you have FOUR doctors come to your room to treat you? And they weren't in white coats, but in the black uniforms of Malta...but would I look like an uncaring mother? "Excuse me...could you all get around Hank and smile for a photo?" yeah...didn't think that would look very good...but I bet they all would have done it!
With all in agreement that Hank was dehydrated, they stood and waited for Hank to drink the glass of water by his bedside. "Don't worry," they told me. Just keep making him drink water and he will be fine. All left but Dr. Jim, who said, "Let's leave the door to your room open and the window and get a cross breeze. I did as was directed and sat down on the bed next to Hank. "You'll be fine," I told him. He nodded and drank the water. A few minutes later, Dr. Jim appeared with a glass of ice. "This will help make that soda easier to drink," he said, "it has some calories in it, so see if you can get him to drink that as well." He said he would be down in the lobby if we needed him and left.
Hank and I once again had a chance to talk...to relfect. "You know," he told me, "I had no idea there are so many good, kind people in this world." I had to agree...although I think I knew...I just didn't expect them all in one place...!
|Mass at the Grotto.|
|Procession of Adoration|
|Another mother/son on our red team.|
|In front of the Rosary Basilica of the Immaculate Conception|
|Knights of Malta in their robes|
|Knghts of Malta|
|The Most Reverend Jaime Soto|
|Dames of Malta. Nurse Maura in the middle.|