I was feeling well enough last night to go to the hospital with Bobby to visit his mom. (Don't worry; I DID NOT overdo it! Believe me, Bobby wouldn't have let me go otherwise!) It was so good to see Sandy and my father-in-law, Bob. We only stayed for about half an hour or so.
It's really quite amazing how far advanced the medical field has become. Bob was telling us they took care of that blocked artery in just about 15 minutes time! (He showed us the picture, etc.) Sandy is doing very well, although they're probably going to keep her just one more day to ensure that her blood is not too thin. From what Bobby was explaining to me on the phone a few minutes ago, there are some concerns with that.
I've got to really take a few minutes here and tell you just how good God is...and how HE really IS in all the little details.
Sandy & our oldest daughter Taylor were the only ones at the house when Sandy had the heart attack. Apparently Sandy was laying on the couch in the living room and Taylor was on the computer. All Taylor really knew is that Grandma wasn't feeling well and was resting.
Bobby had been at work (I know, I know - he probably shouldn't be back to work already - there's no use arguing with him - I've already tried over the years!) and had to make a trip home because his incision was leaking through his shirt and he had to redress it. Well, that right there just goes to show ya how God is in the details.
Sandy was on the couch shaking when Bobby walked in and he told her how awful she looked. She let him know she'd already taken a nitro pill. He gave her an aspirin and told her he was calling for an ambulance. Sandy tried to dissuade him, telling Bobby that her husband was already on the way to get her. Bobby persisted and the ambulance came. They determined right away she'd had a heart attack.
Bobby called me in my hospital room (I hadn't yet been discharged) to tell me what was going on. I just couldn't believe it; I really couldn't! I just laid in that bed, wondering what else could go wrong and feeling quite a bit like Job, to tell ya the truth. I let the nursing staff know what was happening and they said to not even worry about going home that day, at that point. Bobby did end up getting me from the hospital late that afternoon and honestly, I'm so glad he did. It's been really good to be home. Of course I've been resting better and more comfortable here. The first roommate I had was deaf and she yelled back at her TV a lot and also seemed to just stand there and stare at me before she'd go into the bathroom. That was REALLY kinda creepy, I'm tellin' ya!
I had another restful night's sleep last night. I'm getting stronger each day. I'll go see my breast surgeon for a follow-up appointment sometime during this next week. As our daughter Taylor shared in the update about me, the doctors did find another suspicious area during surgery. It was behind my chest wall. They feel they got everything, from what I understand. I will have to undergo chemotherapy, though. I'm pretty shaken by that news, but what can ya do, really? It's just something I'll have to endure....