I read one day that Foxglove was used to cure heart failure, right then and there I thought I would plant it in every nook and cranny around my house. But, I didn’t . . . and now I think maybe I should have.
So here’s the story: My fisherman husband has heart failure. I didn’t want to tell you because we are self employed, and even though prayers are wonderful and very much needed, no one,NO ONE at all wants to hire a plumber they are afraid will die under their sink. So we kept it quiet . . . because we had to put food on the table, keep the roof over our heads and pay the light bill. Prayers are wonderful but they don’t pay the light bill. Unless of course your praying for work and then prayers pay the light bill.
Three years ago he was diagnosed with CHF. I kept asking the doctors what does CHF mean? I couldn’t remember the words Congestive Heart Failure all together like that. Sometimes it was the word failure that gave me the most trouble. It was all such a blur. I was so confused and kept saying things like, “what does the H stand for?”
So we changed our diet, he received a defibrillator/pacemaker and we were good.
Most of the time. . . he was good. “For now” as we said.
This month he even got the thumbs up by the Heart Failure specialist . . . so we were good.
All that changed August 15th, and he just wasn’t good anymore.
In fact he was terrible.
It was down right scary.
Even our hospital, Greenville Memorial, thought he was scary – so they sent him, by Ambulance, to Emory in Atlanta…and so I followed.
When I walked into the dark ICU room he gave me a big thumbs down. . . I knew then we were in trouble.
11 days later there is much talk about a long term stay at Emory in Atlanta and, are you ready for this. . . Heart Transplant.
My Fisherman husband is still in the hospital in ICU with a team of doctors working and planning for his future. . . for our future.
We will know more tomorrow but, today the plan is to wait.
Wait for the doctors to decide where he falls, and if he is to be listed on the much-wanted heart transplant list.
Even though he is sick, he is healthy . . . he never had a heart attack, he never had clogged arteries, he is not over weight . . . no red flag “heart issues” were ever raised. The doctors say this heart condition must have come from a virus but, we just don’t know.
And we thank God he never abused his body with drugs, alcohol or anything that would cause heart trouble.
Tomorrow we will know more.
Tomorrow I will tell you more.
242.) all the ladies calling me Baby at the Emory hospital. “Do you want room for cream in your coffee Baby?” Each time these simple words made me feel hugged
243.) a lady bought me a cookie – I couldn’t believe her kindness. I said, “Wow! Those cookies look yummy.” She says, “Baby, I”m buying you a cookie.” “That’s what I do. I share and you look like you need a hug.” and I did.
244.) the care my husband is receiving from the hospital staff. . . Thank God he is such good care.
245.) the love and support I have received from family and friends. . . it’s been over whelming. Keeping us strong – keeping us going – keeping us looking up.
246.) Our Priest came to visit. . . all the way from Greenville to Atlanta -3.5 hours away. I can’t tell you how much this meant to all of us. Unbelievable joy!
247.) my kids staying strong. . . doing what they are suppose to do. Going to school, working hard, staying focused.
248.) the care my youngest received while I have been at my husbands side. What would I have done without my family to drop her off to and run. . . knowing she was safe and loved.