Thursday, March 26, 2015

...not again...

This past Saturday night, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) had his second heart attack in two years. After two weeks of a horrid case of the flu. (Doubtful there was a connection--don't think it helped his situation, however.)

I raced him to the ER--15 miles away--where they stabilized him and then transferred him to the Ft. Worth hospital we'd gone to two years ago.

Sunday was a hard day. TLC, who was not contagious, but who was (still) sick, came to be with us and to be the constant messenger to her brothers about what was going on.

Monday, she came back. (Little Leighton was in good hands--her Daddy's!) MSH and I were both deeply grateful that TLC could be with us. The day was a rough one for MSH. They had stopped all food and drink at midnight Sunday night, hoping he'd have a Cath/angiogram Monday morning. Or by noon. It was 4:00 p.m. before they took him down to the Cath Lab. 5:30 before they actually did the procedure.

By 7:30 that night, he was back in his room with three new stents. At 8:30, he was getting up and eating a bite. This had not been the process two years ago. This was much better. He had a "wrist" line--rather than the "groin" line he'd previously had. Significantly easier postop. Thank You, Lord God Almighty, for that gift! We got home Tuesday around 3:45 in the afternoon.

Since then, he's been working on healing. (Yes. He's a man. No offense to men as a group. Just sayin'... But I do have to, periodically, remind him of a few instructions by the doctors. Sigh.) I've been named Head Nurse. An honor I cherish.

Not sure when we'll be able to post next...TLC remains puny. Sheesh. Will it never end? And, yet, through all of this experience, we find encouragement in the blessings we've been given. We understand it could all be worse. We do get that.

We hope life is treating Y'all kind(er!), Wherever in the World Y'all are...