One week to the day after returning from a month-long trip to the west coast my fiancee suffered a heart attack. Luckily he was at work where many people were near and able to help him; not out on his own on a run, like I had suggested he take the night before. What followed was a series of events so large that my small, scattered brain is still trying to fully comprehend. By the time I dropped off our daughter with a friend and made it to the hospital, he had already come out of surgery that removed the block in the artery and placed a stint. He transferred to the ICU and was weak, but recovering, when I left again to take our daughter home to meet the babysitter…this is when inexplicably he went into cardiac arrest and needed resuscitation.
That night was the most scary, he had so much trouble breathing.
Feeling so much better the following day, he was able to sit up and take liquids. The next day he transferred to the recovery floor in Cardiology and was able to get stronger over two days. That’s when I was able to draw him, which was a welcome calm in the middle of a storm of stress, confusion, and activity.
He was fitted with an external defibrillator and was able to go home for real rest…he’s much stronger now but still needs to take it easy. A few weeks from now we’ll be able to get test results back that will tell us of his heart condition, cholesterol and artery health, and we can consider rehab and next steps.
Thank you all for your support and encouragement while we worked through this!
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