I am not sure if I wrote about this before, it was such a great ending to a story, I probably did, but anyways. I am telling or re-telling this in hopes she reads this while she is home recovering from a big surgery. I texted with her yesterday and she is back to eating solid foods after some complications mostly caused by her being in a car accident before her surgery. This story happened a good 5-6 years ago.
As I recall, it was somewhat of a family trip, with a few couples, she has a few sisters and they all got together to go on one of those 3-4 day cruises from Galveston to Cancun and stuff. She was concerned about her older sister who has trouble moving around, but with the help of the group, she managed to do ok. The problems came from her big strong guy who apparently can't say no to a good buffet. Maybe he was allergic to something amongst all the good eats, maybe he ate until he could no more, either way, her husband got sick and did not get better by resting a bit. He managed to get into his situation before they landed on the Mexico side, so they did all they could on board and then the medical staff decided it would be best if he went into treatment at the local Mexican hospital.
This is not what my friend wanted, as I recall, but a decision from the boat, they did not want to be responsible for a guest's death, I guess. He was taken to the hospital early in the morning and they attempted to treat him, he was just not responding to whatever treatments and then what seemed like a long day quickly shortened to a matter of hours. She was in communication with the boat, but the boat has a schedule to keep and they told her at a certain hour towards the evening it would have to set sail.
What do you do? At this point, she had contacted her doctors in San Antonio (they live in New Braunfels) for advice and there wasn't much they could do. At a certain point, she saw it was starting to get dark, she figured they had missed their boat, at least she talked to her sisters to collect her stuff from their room, but now they were stranded in a random Mexican hospital, the husband was still not improving and she was honestly scared sitting with him by themselves in a very primitive care facility thinking how are they going to get home now. You can't just jump on the next Carnival cruise boat.
At one point or another, his doctor made the decision that he needed to be brought back to the US, so just as it was getting dark and all hope was lost, the doors swoop open she said she never felt more in the hands of super heroes. These two larger than life guys in medic suits with two or three bags full of medicine and hope show up and it was like a bright light and new life was breathed on the room. They switched him over to one of their transport beds and asked her if she was coming. They had flown in on a private jet, and probably before her sisters were out of the harbor waters, she was up in the air and headed home to San Antonio.
Hubby made a full recovery, which had to do with him overeating (I can definitely relate), and I believe there was a crazy bill of $50-60,000 for the jet flight which was later forgiven or paid by private donors. She did pay some portion of it, but she didn't mind, thinking of how the two of them were swooped out of that situation in the best way possible.
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