My amazing hubby was going about his day to day business yesterday, just doing the normal; the mundane errands, the daily do's. Suddenly feeling woozy, he thought he'd better get a breath of air. Dizzy then and feeling "a bit strange", he suddenly knew he must get some help. It was a strange pain, starting in his rib area and radiating across his chest, tingling and unfamiliar; intense and not to be ignored.
Driving back over the mountain pass to be with him I leaned on the steering wheel in a position foreign to me; a bit sideways. The relief of arriving safely at the hospital was followed by an eerie hesitation to enter the Critical Care Unit. Then, rushing in, with what I hoped was at least a degree of poise amidst my inner terror, the male nurse motioned in the direction of CCU 6. There he was, in the hideous hospital gown, the familiar, open, loving, knowing grin on his face. Ah, the peace of that hairy embrace. Somehow a chair pulled near the mechanical bed didn't feel adequate. I want to be closer. "Can fit up there next to you?" My thoughts run towards feeling thankful that heart monitors are wireless these days, and to how much those sticky pads are going to hurt when they get ripped off. Laying my head on this chest, there it was; his beating heart. We had an inner conversation then, heart and I. "Keep it up in there. You're strong you know. You can do it. Please........beat."
Today there will be more tests and findings. In the midst, I will continue conversing with this brave heart of love. May it be strong!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment