I was going to blog about spring today. Minnesota was 66 on Tuesday. Last week it was below zero. I’ve even seen the neighborhood turkeys running around. (This was last fall when the grass was green.)
But Monday my husband woke me saying he was having chest pains.
This isn’t the first time my hubby has had chest pains, or even the second time. He’s had two heart attacks, numerous scares and at least five angiograms. By a little after seven there was a deputy, two EMTs and 2 ambulance personnel all gathered in my kitchen. And we were taking care of Princess Fluffy Top, our grandchild, since our daughter and son-in-law were out of the country. (I have Fluffy Top Friday on my Facebook page.) So hubby headed to the hospital while I took Fluffy Top to daycare. Then I headed to the ER.
I’d hope his pain would be bronchitis or pleurisy. With Fluffy Top around, we’ve been picking up all her germs. No luck. The first enzyme test showed raised levels of troponin. When heart muscle is damaged, troponin is released into the bloodstream. Not good.
On Monday evening they placed two more stents, bringing his total to date to—eight. One of the old stents had become 95% blocked. The doctor placed a new stent inside the old and another one downstream because the blockage was long. It took 3 ½ hours. Stents were the best possible outcome to his chest pains.
My hubby came home less than twenty-four hours after the procedure, exhausted but whole.
On the news Monday night, I heard that the day after we spring ahead has more heart attacks and car accidents. A University of Michigan study says that there is a twenty-five percent surge in heart attacks on that Monday.
Through stressful times, there are always bright spots. Our children and their wonderful spouses are
And as always, my family of writing friends offered cyber hugs and support that is invaluable and so appreciated.
I may not have written about spring—but we did have a happy ending to this week’s excitement.