Second Chances….
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago. What a whirlwhind these couple of weeks have been….. They say you don’t get second chances in life. But, as I lay in my bed, with my husband by my side, my eyes are fixated on the rise and fall of his chest. I lay my head on his chest and listen to hear the steady beat of his heart… I’ve done that a million times over the last 23 years… and this time, I weep. As I recount the episodes of the last several days in my mind…. the doctors, the nurses, the EKGs, the flurry of arrangements…and then the waiting waiting waiting…what seemed an endless amount of time in the hospital waiting room. When the words were spoken…heart attack, stents, blood clots… lucky. We didn’t feel so lucky. My mind is fixated on a couple of things in the last few days that I don’t know if I can describe in words. The way the hallway looked as we rolled him to the cardiac surgery area… clean, blue, blank,bright. Just like the movies. It felt like a dream. The smel