A hope note
Bob Cantin, 51, of Kansas City, Kan., was a grateful man back in January of this year. When flu season hit and people around him got sick, he said a little prayer of thanksgiving that he had not even had a sniffle for three years.
Then a sore throat, cough, fever and aches sent him to the doctor. The doctor diagnosed bronchitis and put him on antibiotics, an inhaler, and cough syrup. Symptoms waxed and waned for a month. Then one night in February, Bob was rushed to the Emergency Room. Streptococcus pneumonia bacteria was found in his bloodstream. Respiratory and kidney failure soon followed. Physicians put him on a ventilator and suggested that Bob’s wife call in their sons for final goodbyes.
Now it is summer, and Bob Cantin has survived. Blood clots that cut off circulation to his extremities required the amputation of both his blackened legs. His physical challenges today are showering, dressing, navigating stairs, learning to drive, and walking on prostheses.
The turning point for Bob came during his deathwatch, after the doctors had told his family there was nothing more they could do. He recalls hearing a gentle voice say to him: ‘You will be fine.’ It was not, he says, the awesome moment of biblical proportions that he might have imagined.
Nevertheless, from that moment on, he was no longer afraid, no longer in constant pain, and totally at peace. He believes that voice he heard was the comforting presence of God.
Now, looking back, how does he frame his ordeal? ‘Darkness lost to light, cold lost to warmth, fear lost to courage, fatigue lost to strength, pain lost to peace, and the enemy lost to God.’
Bob Cantin. Double amputee. A grateful man, now on his second chance at life.