Today marks the anniversary of one of the scariest days of my life. I did a post on it 3 years ago but never published it. My original is below. Three years ago I was scared that I was going to lose my husband, and every day since then I have thanked God for him and for listening to our guts and going to the hospital to get things checked out. Today I celebrate him.
Original post: Super Bowl Sunday....I was ready to sit back and watch Peyton Manning win it all, possibly in his last NFL game. I had the dip in the oven, and the wings were on the grill. It was going to be a great evening. Then, I watched my husband and knew deep down that he just wasn't "coming down with something." I convinced him to go to the ER. An EKG is a small price to pay for some reassurance that everything was ok. The deal he made with me---I couldn't tell our 16 year old, the one who knows me as well as I know myself, the one who can read my emotions with just a glance. She knew something was wrong.
So, we went to the ER, and I heard the words, "Sir you are having a heart attack." Plans were made; texts were sent; calls were made; friends jumped in to help me. And, that is what this is about. I like living in a small town. I like going to the store and seeing people I know. I like how our community will support our student athletes or a person in need. What amazed me about our experience was the number of people who called, text, came by, and prayed for us. We have a group of friends who I knew I could count on, but what I didn't know was that I had a greater number of people who offered to do what they could....bring me dinner or just something to drink to the hospital, bring what I needed from the house, take care of our daughter. The support I felt during those 3 days were amazing. And for that I am so grateful.
Also as a PSA....if you are not quite feeling right or feel like something could be wrong, go get it checked out. My insistence and nagging that day paid off....even he has said that :-)
