<![CDATA[Laura Bichler Hern<br /> - Transplanted Faith Information and Excerpt]]>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 06:13:25 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[TRANSPLANTED FAITH PREVIEW BELOW!]]>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 07:37:20 -0800http://laurahern.weebly.com/2/post/2012/02/transplanted-faith-release-date.htmlMy dear friends! I have received so many wonderful email, letters, phone calls, and card of encouragement from people who read the book! THANK YOU!  Please click on the link to "FOLLOW" this page and friend me on Facebook at AUTHOR LAURA BICHLER HERN or  my personal page of LAURA BICHLER HERN.  I love hearing from you and will keep you updated about my current projects and books coming in the near future!  Blessings to you always! 
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David and I at Spreckles Lake in Golden Gate park. A happy day when we clicked the 'self-portrait' to send to our daughter while she attended college. Those were such happy days!
]]><![CDATA[Laura Hern]]>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 18:47:36 -0800http://laurahern.weebly.com/2/post/2011/03/laura-hern.htmlWriting a book has been my dream for years and years!  As middle-age has engulfed me and my yearly AARP card renewal was deposited in my mailbox, I thought "Now is the time to write.....while I can still spell!" 

"Transplanted Faith" is the story of my late husband's courageous battle with Pulmonary Fibrosis or IPF.  We had plans for retirement, traveling, and (since becoming empty-nesters) walking around naked whenever we desired.... saving wear and tear on our clothing you know!
David was one who was never ill, not even a headache.  We had no notice of this deadly disease, no time to prepare, no time to plan.  Here is a short excerpt from "Transplanted Faith" :
Monday, April 4th.  I woke up just before the alarm went off at 5:00am.  I scooted over to snuggle with him for a minute.  At times he had rested, at times he struggled with the cough.  I think he was glad Monday morning had arrived and that he could escape to work, keeping his mind occupied.  I got out of bed first, sleepily tripping over the house shoes I put at the end of the bed.  “Laura, will you get me a cup of 7-UP” David said while setting up in bed.  I am going to shave and shower.” No problem.  I left the house shoes where they were and trotted off to the kitchen. 

I poured a glass of that sparkling beverage and was walking back to the bedroom when I heard this horrible, low, growling sound and then a loud bump as though someone had slammed a door extremely hard.  I ran into the bedroom as David was collapsing onto the bathroom floor.  I dropped the 7-UP glass and ran to him.  “Dave, Dave, oh my God, Dave” I screamed.  He had grabbed the medicine cabinet door as he fell, tearing it off and shattering the glass front.  “Oh dear Lord, Dave!”  I repeated as I leaned over him.  He had fallen face up and while his eyes were open, they were glassy.  He could hear me, but he could not speak.  “Hang on David I’m calling 911.  Dear God where is the phone?  David, stay with me, stay with me!”  I frantically found the phone and dialed 911.  The second someone answered I yelled “Help him. Help him.  My husband has a lung disease and he has passed out.  Get an ambulance here now and bring oxygen….he needs oxygen!” 

My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold on to the receiver.  “They are on their way Sweetheart.  Don’t leave me.  David.  David.  Can you hear me?”  His lips were blue and he could no longer blink.  “Dear God please get the paramedics here now.  I am not ready to lose him.  Please God, don’t take him away from me now!”  I heard the doorbell ring and I ran to answer it.  “He needs oxygen” I screamed as I opened the door.  “He needs air.  Help him.”  They followed me upstairs to where David was lying.  “Sir, Sir, do you understand me?” the young paramedic said while he was putting a gadget on his finger to measure his oxygen level.  “What’s his name Ma’am?”  “David, David Bichler.  He’s my life, please help him!” I begged.  The second paramedic had gone back out to the ambulance for an oxygen tank and blankets.  I kept repeating over and over again “David, I am right here. Stay with me.  They are bringing air for you.”  Where was the oxygen tank?  Why haven’t they got it running?  “Please, he needs oxygen. He has IPF.  Get him oxygen.”  I pleaded.  “Ma’am” the second paramedic took my hand and led me across the room so the first paramedic could get the oxygen mask on his face.  “Ma’am” he repeated “where is your oxygen tank?”  I couldn’t take my eyes off David.  Was he breathing?  “We don’t have one.  He was just diagnosed two days ago at Mayo.”  The man let go of my hand and said “Ma’am his oxygen level is 47 and we need to get him to the emergency room as soon as possible.  We will bring in the stretcher and get him loaded in the ambulance. 

We need you to keep the oxygen mask on his face till we put him on the stretcher. Can you do that?”   “Yes, yes” I told him.  “Just help him.  I can’t loose him.”  Looking down at him, I noticed that he was beginning to blink again.  “Thank you God! Thank you God!  David, can are you able to hear me?”  He blinked.  The oxygen tank was releasing oxygen with so much force I could feel it in my face.  “Don’t worry Sweetie.  God is here with us.  You are going to the emergency room in the ambulance.  I’ll be there with you. You are going to be fine.  You are going to be alright.”  By that time the men were in the room, loading David onto the stretcher.  They told me to grab a coat and follow the ambulance in my car.  They carried David down the steps, out the door and into the back of the ambulance which was parked a few steps from the door.  I grabbed my coat and car keys and ran out the door.  I don’t even think I shut the door.  The driver waited for me to back out of the garage.  The sirens were blaring, the lights were flashing and my heart was beating outside my chest.  I kept repeating the Lord’s Prayer over and over again while following the ambulance to the hospital.  Dear God, please don’t take him yet.  I love him!  I need him!  Please dear Lord, save him!      

           


'Transplanted Faith' - coming soon at Treasurlinebooks.com

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