My husband went in for what was supposed to be what I call a, ‘dye job’. The doctor was supposed to inject dye into the vein in his arm to see if there were any blockages in his veins. It was supposed to be a twenty minute procedure. As the minutes ticked by, I realized something was up. There must have been a blockage, and there was. There was an 80-90%blockage of his LAD artery that feeds into his heart. What was supposed to be a routine diagnostic procedure turned into a big deal fast. He now has a stent in his heart and is on a whole slew of new medications. It has not been a good start to the year.
Twenty sixteen and 2017 were filled with cancer, surgeries, flooded basements as well as other stresses but also many good times. I had one of the best holiday seasons that I have had in quite a while. Part of that reason is because my husband, who as been too ill to participate in any festivities for many years now, was able to make the rounds last year. Now, 2018 starts off with; a car accident where in my car is totaled and from which my husband still feels pain, my sister needing to put her old dog down (very tragic- we are all still drying our eyes from that one), and now this with my husband needing a stent. Through it all there have been angels among us… and those angels wear scrubs. I am talking about nurses. Nurses, you are the BEST!! You are the face of the hospital. And, Beth? Beth, thank you for that hug. You are such a comfort and great at giving hugs to near hysterical wives.
THANK YOU TO ALL THE NURSES WHO TOOK SUCH GOOD CARE OF MY HUSBAND AND WHO TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF EVERYONE WHO COMES TO THEIR HOSPITALS.