Last week was pretty scary for the Briscoe family. Tracy had emergency surgery to remove a fertilized egg that was stuck in one of her fallopian tubes and clean out a lot of internal bleeding that resulted from her tube rupturing.
We found out Tracy had an Ectopic pregnancy (egg gets stuck in the fallopian tube instead of falling into the uterus) right after I got back from the Los Angeles missions trip in early May. We had no idea we were pregnant; we weren’t trying to get pregnant. Tracy had been experiencing a lot of bleeding and cramping for a couple of weeks so she went to the Doctor and that’s where we found out everything.
The Doctor suggested we try a medicine called Methotextrate (used in treating several types of cancer) to remove the egg that was in her tube. That option seemed to be the most viable to us. The alternative was surgery. The medicine was hard to take because Tracy had to stop nursing Luke for four days.
The little stinker REFUSED to take a bottle and went 21 hours without eating. We were an hour away from taking him to the hospital to get an IV until we used an old syringe to suck up the milk and feed it to him. He actually took it and for 3 days we fed our child by a syringe with borrowed breast milk from another good friend in our church.
A couple of weeks went by and we thought we were in the clear. Her levels were going down and she was starting to feel better.
Last Tuesday, the worst case scenario happened. Tracy texted me around 10:30am and asked me to pray. She said her stomach was hurting. Usually, I would’ve stayed at the office and prayed for her, but something told me to go home and check on her. I got home and found her lying on the ground clutching her stomach. Luke was lying on his back looking at her. I rushed to her side and helped her up.
We immediately went to the Doctor’s office. We had an appointment to get blood work done. Once we got to the office Tracy said. “I feel like a knife is in my stomach.” She progressively grew worse as we waited in the lobby.
Once they called us back, Tracy collapsed into a chair and grew deathly pale. (This was when things started to get frightening) Her eyes started to roll back in her head and she slipped in and out of consciousness several times. Five nurses rushed to her side and started to work on her, nearly yelling at her to stay awake.
The nurses put her on a stretcher and took her to a room to do an ultrasound. We realized that she was in fact bleeding internally and needed emergency surgery to stop it. The Doctor called for an ambulance to take her immediately to St. Vincent’s Southside. Normally we would have gone to Baptist South, but because Tracy’s condition was worsening we had no choice but to take her to the closest hospital.
We got her to the hospital fairly quickly and were so pleased to see so many of our friends there waiting and praying. Pastor Russ and Mrs. Debbie were at the hospital before the ambulance came and were with us right before Tracy headed to surgery. So thankful for them.
The procedure took about two hours and was successful. She lost a lot of blood. She had lost almost 800mL of internal bleeding. She had blood all around her liver and up in her chest. She could’ve died if she would have waited and passed out at the house alone with Luke. I am so thankful she texted me! God is faithful. We have seen His hand involved in all of the details.
We are so thankful for all of the prayers and everyone stepping up to help us. We have been overwhelmed with love from so many of you. Tracy is getting stronger every day.
I’m Harold Dorrell Briscoe. Thanks for reading.