So yesterday Kyle woke up in the barracks and went to work even though he had a “virus.”  He messaged me throughout the day again and mentioned how he still felt “like crap” and later that day over the phone he sounded, well, “like crap.”  His voice was raspy and strained, and he sounded stuffy and coughed through a lot of the conversation.  He said he still felt warm and was “sucking it up.”  The day came to a close and we both went to bed.

I woke up to a text message this morning that broke my heart.  Kyle said, “I’m back at the E.R., I threw up this morning and have been shaking uncontrollably, and my back is killing me.”  He said he still had all the same symptoms as before but now his fever was 103.7!   As some of you may know, that’s a wicked high temperature for an adult!   They did blood work and gave him an IV, ran a couple chest x-rays and gave a diagnosis.


Awesome.  Kyle has freaking pneumonia and I’m in freaking California.

All that is running through my mind right now is that he needs to get the heck outta Chicago.  I swear that place is making his health deteriorate.  My husband is very healthy.  He doesn’t just get sick, and when he does, it’s only a cold.  He doesn’t get pneumonia.  He’s been working out heavily in the chilly weather (and swimming!), walking around in the cold while wet (from sweat and the pool), and then going back into his ridiculously cold compartment.  There’s no break from the cold.  He’s constantly breathing in cold air, and now a small cold has lead to pneumonia.  The part that scares me the most right now is that it’s not even anywhere near as cold as it will get in Chicago.  Current Chicago temperatures are around 35-40 degrees, and we all know that Illinois in the winter gets VERY cold.  And, Kyle’s plan right now keeps him in Chicago till February.  What if he doesn’t get better? What if he relapses? Will this void his contract with Aviation Rescue Swimming?  AHHHH!

How’s a wife supposed to sleep in her warm bed knowing that her husband is miles away from her with pneumonia in a cold bed in a cold room, full of young men who don’t care for anyone but themselves?  Will any of them sit with him?  Will at least one of them bring him fresh water to drink? Is anyone making sure he’s eating? Giving him kleenex for when he is literally coughing up his lung? Gosh, I am so heartbroken right now.

We need an escape route.  I know God never give us more than we can handle, but we need an opportunity for Kyle to get out of Chicago soon.  I don’t know how this can happen, but I know it can if God is behind it.  Please pray for us.