The past few weeks are taking a toll. I feel numb and raw. I feel scared and afraid. But at least I am able to feel.
My own health scare had me convinced I had ovarian cancer and would not be around for much longer. The diagnosis of diverticulitis was a relief. I am adjusting and awaiting a procedure that should give a definitive on any other issues.
Then with my family – my dad specifically and his health/heart issues that were somewhat repaired/resolved. He is doing really well – walking more, breathing easier and a new cardiologist as well. I know he won’t “fall through the cracks” this with guy.
Then a trip away to a concert with one of our daughters – fun, laughter, not a care in the world only to have that world come crashing down.
Heart attack – not one but two. My love, my soulmate, my life partner, my everything. I am breathless, numb, in shock, stunned beyond words. I can’t think, it is all I can do to keep breathing. The tears leak down my cheeks. All I can do is sit beside him, waiting, wondering….not knowing what is next. Hoping and praying that he will be OK and stay a while longer by my side.
It’s a week later. Home, safe and recovering. It’s a wake up call for us. Modern medicine can do a lot. It can’t change your genetic make up however we can change what we can with diet, exercise and yes, medication. It’s OK – I’ll take it. We have the cardiologist we wanted. We will move forward together side by side. As a family who rallied together – by phone, text, email, we remained strong and together. We are NOT done yet. I give thanks to God – our outcome is a good one. I continue to breathe and be thankful. Each night I in bed, I say 3 things I am grateful for because I truly am.
Hug those you love, tell those you love because you never know what may happen when you turn your back.