As of May 15th, I'm breathing well and steadily recovering from one of the scariest moments of my life. The amount of support, prayers, love, and thoughts I've received is unimaginable and has undoubtedly contributed to what can only be described as a miraculous healing— a true miracle. Thank you for the continued prayers and intentions.

To summarize the recent events, it's tough to condense the last five days into a few sentences, but here’s my attempt:

I felt a little light-headed on Friday evening. If you know me and how physically active I usually am, being glued to the sofa is a clear sign that something is wrong. Last Saturday was one such day; by evening, a sudden breathlessness struck just seconds after exiting a bath, signaling that a trip to the ER was necessary.

At this stage, the real hero of the story is my wife, who took control of the situation and may have exceeded the speed limit to get me to Baylor Scott. Upon admission, she continued to coordinate prayer groups and support me during the tough decision-making process.

When I checked in, my oxygen levels were at 80%, and I was diagnosed with a massive pulmonary embolism. The hospital arranged for a pulmonary thrombectomy to be performed as soon as possible, and the results are looking promising.

So to recap, in a matter of four days, I experienced the following:

√ Feeling "okay"  

√ Physical pain and nearly collapsing  

√ The jolt of a terminal condition Diagnosis

√ Profound personal and life reflectins  

√ Operations - Pulmonary thrombectomy  

√ The joy of watching my A kick- Joan of Arc wife lead me through a fire  

√ Miraculous healing  

√ Hospital discharge  

√ Continued speedy miraculous healing 

√ The chance to be with my loved one's again.

Are you as confused as I am? What were the signs? What warnings were present? How could I go from completing full Ironman events to lying on the bathroom floor gasping for breath? The answer was shocking. Perhaps I could have done a better job of listening to my wife when she recommended that I start using a CPAP machine. Selfishly, my loud snoring never bothered me; however, she was entirely right about the risks of low oxygen during sleep and the health dangers associated with sleep apnea.

I have appointments scheduled this week to study and explore the reasons behind a recent life-changing event. In short, my sleep apnea led to the formation of large blood clots that traveled to my lungs, causing damage to both my lungs and the right side of my heart. I was just one step away from no longer being on this planet. As I write this, I am breathing without oxygen assistance, with a 97% absorption rate. How is this possible?

If you need proof of God's plan at work, look no further than my situation. The outpouring of prayer responses, support messages, emails, prayer circles, meal plans, and GoFundMe efforts I have received has been incredible. The sheer number of prayers from people who don’t know me, along with the personal support I’ve experienced, is beyond description. Thank you, Lord. Thank you to my family, my wife, my kids, and to all of you for the tremendous wave of blessings and prayers you have taken the time to send. It's making a difference—it has made a difference and continues to do so. Your prayers and support have been instrumental in bringing God's plan to fruition, and I am incredibly grateful and humbled that you have kept me in your thoughts.

I will provide updates as we continue to gain more insights in future posts. May the hand of God be with you!

Eric