The past 4 days have been a total blur. With lots of shuttling between home and the hospital. I’ve lost track of time. I don’t even remember if I’ve eaten at times. Because all I can think of is my hubby, if he’s going to be alright, if the angioplasty procedure has gone well, when can he come home, how can we make his life better in the coming months and years to prevent this from happening again etc. All of these clouded my mind for days. I didn’t feel tired at all when I was running about during the day but when I laid down to rest on bed at night, I felt exhaustion consumed me mentally and physically. I’ve never felt so lonely before in my entire life. And I continue to pray constantly and wished my dear hubby will get back to his feet and come home soon. I think at that point of time, I felt really scared. But I told myself I have to be strong for him and my son. I have to shake off that fear and be strong for him and my son. I always think women handles crisi better than men, don’t you think? No matter what happened, women will always hang on to life and make things better and we always persevere.
So, 4 days after he had a mild heart attack and successfully wemt through the procedure , my dearest hubby is finally back home yesterday afternoon! I was jumping with joy when he told me in the morning that the doctor gave him the green light to go home. My son and I were looking forward to this day so much and we couldn’t be happier to have him back home.
Once again, THANK YOU all for your well wishes, your phone calls and messages! I truly appreciate your kind thoughts and for keeping my hubby and my family in your prayers.
Here’s the old horse when I picked him up yesterday from the hospital, ooking great but a little pale, on the road to speedy recovery!