Twelve days.
Just twelve days — but for Glenn’s family, it felt like a lifetime.
Twelve days of fear and prayer.
Twelve days of monitors, tubes, alarms, and whispered hope.
Twelve days that tested every ounce of faith they had — and reminded them that even in the darkest hours, God never leaves.
💔 The Storm Begins
It started as what was supposed to be another step forward — another recovery after yet another surgery in Glenn’s long medical journey. His parents had learned to be strong. They had learned to smile for him, even when their hearts trembled inside.
But this time, something was different.
This time, the recovery became a battle for his life.
After surgery, Glenn’s tiny body struggled more than anyone expected. The doctors had to intubate him, connecting him to a ventilator — a machine that would breathe for him while his body tried to heal.
When the doctors finally decided to extubate — to let him try breathing on his own — the room filled with hope. Everyone held their breath, praying this would be the moment they’d see his strength return.
For a few seconds, it looked like it might work.
Then, suddenly, the alarms screamed. His oxygen levels dropped. Panic swept through the room.
Within seconds, Glenn was reintubated.
His mother collapsed into her husband’s arms, unable to stop the tears. They had been here before, but the fear never gets easier. In that moment, one question hung heavy in the air — one neither of them dared to ask out loud:
“Will he make it through this?”
🙏 Faith When Fear Speaks Loudest
There were moments when the fear was unbearable — moments when hope felt like it was slipping through their fingers.
The doctors mentioned ECMO, a last-resort heart-lung bypass machine used only when all else fails. Hearing that word was like ice in their veins.
But even when fear screamed, faith whispered louder.
God’s presence showed up in the small things:
Through the gentle hands of a nurse who smiled and said, “He’s fighting hard today.”
Through a doctor who refused to go home until Glenn was stable again.
Through the text messages, prayers, and words of encouragement that poured in from people all over the world.
Each “We’re praying for Glenn” became a stone in the wall of faith holding his family together.
And even when their hearts broke, they kept believing — because every sunrise was proof that God was still working.
💫 The Breaking Point
On the seventh day, the storm worsened.
Glenn developed an infection that made his already fragile condition even more dangerous. The medical team made a bold decision — to perform a catheterization procedure despite the infection. Waiting wasn’t an option.
It was risky. Terrifying. But necessary.
Outside the operating room, Glenn’s mother stood motionless, hands over her heart, whispering the same prayer over and over:
“Please, God. Stay with him.”
The minutes dragged on like hours.
Then, finally, the doors opened. The doctor stepped out, his eyes weary but gentle.
“It went well,” he said quietly. “He’s stable for now.”
Those words — for now — were enough. They meant hope. They meant another sunrise.
🌤 When Light Returned
By the twelfth day, the tide began to turn.
Glenn’s color changed — the pale blue tint that had haunted his mother’s dreams gave way to a soft, warm pink. His numbers steadied. His heart grew stronger. His breaths became his own again.
His mother took two photos — one from the darkest day, his tiny face almost purple from lack of oxygen, and one from this morning, his cheeks pink and peaceful.
When she placed them side by side, she wept.
Because those colors told the story of a miracle — of a child who refused to give up, of a family who never stopped praying, and of a God who never once turned away.
🌹 Gratitude Beyond Words
“Thank you” feels too small for everything they’ve lived through.
Thank you to the doctors who refused to surrender.
Thank you to the nurses who treated Glenn as if he were their own.
Thank you to the friends, the churches, and the strangers who prayed without ceasing.
Every single prayer mattered. Each one carried Glenn a little closer to healing.
And every message — every “We’re thinking of you” — reminded his family that they weren’t fighting alone.
❤️🩹 Twelve Days of Miracles
Now, twelve days after surgery, Glenn’s hospital room feels different.
The beeping monitors still fill the air, but now the sound doesn’t bring fear — it brings comfort. It means life.
His mother sits beside his bed, brushing her fingers through his soft hair. Her voice trembles as she whispers,
“You did it, my brave boy. You made it through.”
She knows this isn’t the end. There will be more challenges, more hospital stays, more nights of prayer. But there’s also gratitude — deep, unshakable gratitude — for the God who never left their side.
Because even when their faith faltered, His didn’t.
✨ The Promise of Tomorrow
Glenn’s story isn’t just one of survival — it’s a story of faith that holds through the storm, of love that refuses to let go, and of a God who still writes miracles into everyday lives.
Twelve days of fear and hope.
Twelve days of pain and prayer.
Twelve days that turned despair into testimony.
Today, as Glenn sleeps peacefully, his chest rising and falling with steady rhythm, his mother smiles through her tears.
She presses her hand to his and whispers one last prayer — soft, full of awe and gratitude:
“Thank You, Lord… for twelve days of battle, faith, and miracles — and for the promise of many more to come.”
