My husband and I have had a challenging weekend, and it has been a long one, too! My husband went into the hospital on Friday morning to have a stent placed in his heart. He has heart disease that is severely progressing and he had triple bypass surgery back in 1997. Well, when they went to put the stent in yesterday, he had a mild heart attack while they were working on him and the doctor said that the area they were working on is worse now than what it was before they put the stent in! He was also in the hospital two months ago and had a stent put in. We tried to count up how many heart attacks he has had, but we have lost count. My husband is only 58; he began having heart attacks at the age of 40. His father also had heart disease.
So, he was upset because he was supposed to only be in overnight and was to get out today, but now they have kept him in another day and night to watch over him.
I talked to the cardiologist who did his cath and operation yesterday and he pretty much told me that with the way his heart disease is progressing, I might as well get used to this. Isn’t that awful when you have to get used to stuff like this? But I already have. I mean, it never gets easy, but I have just accepted this as part of our life, and this is what we have to do. There is a 22 year age difference between my husband and I (he is 58, I am 36) and he still finds it hard to believe that I stay with him through all of this. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He is my life, my heart, my love and I will always be here for him, just as he has been for me. I am used to dealing with chronic health problems, and I think that is why we are so good together. Not because we are sick, but because we each have been through a lot and I think it is easier for us to pull through these rough times together because we just know that this is just how it is for us.
Our 4-year-old son is having a little bit of a rough time with daddy not being at home. I took him into the hospital today for a little bit to see his daddy and he kept asking him, “You’re okay, right daddy?” “Daddy, you’re not sick now are you?” I have been letting him sleep with me while daddy is gone; it seems to make him feel better.
I know that one of these times when he goes into the hospital, he won’t be coming home, just because his heart disease is progressing quickly, but I will make the best of the time we have and who knows? Maybe in the next year or two, there will be a new procedure, treatment, medicine, that will come out to stop the progression, or even cure him! I never give up hope, and I never give up on him.