Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

Only GOD Has the Right To ‘Triage”

Nobody’s Opinion

Unless you are in the medical population, or have been a war-time doctor in a war-zone, the tern “triage” doesn’t really mean that much to you.
I only thought about it MANY years after my son was born: That term– Triage. My son was born premature, with a condition called Hyaline membrane disease, which basically means, his lungs were not fully developed. He needed a respirator to live. That same night, at the same hospital, another baby was born, and was missing a lung. The only doctor on call had to make a decision, and I didn’t know it then but it was: Which baby to save? There were only so many beds in the neo-NATO unit at Children’s Hospital downtown St. Louis. The doctor came into my room and told me very boldly, that he had pulled some strings and manage to get an incubator to transfer my son some 35 miles away to Children’s Hospital. As I lay there, next to the same woman whose baby had already left, it didn’t dawn on me that HE had saved my son. At the time I wondered why he was being so ‘pompous.’ He didn’t realize that I didn’t realized what he had done. I thought they tried to save EVERY child. I thought, it was what always happened in hospitals.

What they don’t tell you.

Thirty odd years later, I realized that he was a GERMAN doctor and my son’s last name was VERY German. (My first husband’s name.) It was probably just that simple fact that made that doctor force the hospital to find another bed that night.

A big staff came into my room, about 5 hours later—rolling in my son in an incubator. As I looked at the respirator and his little chest going up and down, striving for every breath, I could only pray, and stay positive. I wanted to hold him so badly, but he was all tied up. In fact, I didn’t want to touch him for fear I would hurt him. When I asked if I could, they advised me against it.

The doctor came with about ten nurses, and even though I couldn’t touch him, I told him to be a good boy and I would see him soon, and how much I loved him. ALL of them were crying. It seems the only ones who thought he had a chance were me, that German doctor, and my own doctor who said to me, “Well, he’s a BIG baby…nearly six pounds…he has a good chance.”

Sorry…every priest that came into my room to deliver last rites, I threw out.

When I got down to Children’s Hospital, most of the babies there were only 2 pounds. And sadly, nobody came to see them.
I mention this now, as I like, many Americans, hunker down in our homes, and wonder what will come of this all Corona-virus scare. I have decided this week to put together the puzzle pieces that many of us are thinking.

The conclusions that I have come to over the many years since I’ve been writing, is that there is another sort of “Triage” being done by a small group of leaders all over the world. They want to have the “power” to decide who lives, who dies, who gets to succeed, and they think and rationalized in their minds THEY are saving humanity. That’s what they tell each other in their secret meetings.

And they have many of those.

Now, as I am older, and since President Trump has exposed so much of the corruption in the highest levels of our country, the little secret has gotten out. Triage, in the political world, is just another word for “power to control.”

Americans have been led to believe that everything government does for them, is good. Heck, I didn’t believe at all that my son would not go to get help that night. I never dreamed that one doctor could make that decision.

It was sheer…ignorance.

But, as the song goes, “I’m older than that now.”

That small baby is now a man. He isn’t feeling well and has isolated himself by doctor’s orders, to get tested.

And here I am–worried sick.  I became the same emotional mother as I did that night he was born.

All I can do is do what I did that night.

Pray. Pray that the strong will he had when he was just born, will come back to him now, and God will help him get better, like God helped him when he was small.

My son doesn’t read my posts. I don’t think he ever has. But I hope he reads this one. He has no children of his own. And as we all know, children change your life. They ARE the reason, the plan….the gift.

So…I say to may son if he decides to read this: ”Stay strong, take care of yourself, love your kitty, try not to get bored, and know that God will be there for you, even if I can’t. There are many golf courses waiting for you to enjoy this summer. Believe it. “ (It’s the one thing he loves the most…golf.)

He likes to tell people he was “half-baked.” (Yes, he has a great sense of humor.)

In the meantime, please, I ask my readers to say a prayer for my son, and all who come down with this virus, or any of the other flus for that matter.

Also, the country should pray for our great President. A good man. A righteous man. A man who is fighting against all odds to keep this country safe.

EVERY man, woman and child should have the God-given right to Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Only GOD should have the right to triage. Every effort should be made to save every life.

And now…we all need to stand up to those who think otherwise. And Remember these great words spoken not too long ago…

Be rest assured, he knows who did this. And Instant Karma is going to be a bitch.

 

March 22, 2020 - Posted by | Coronavirus, Global Government, Uncategorized |

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