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Kiss Me
Famous Last Words
On Friday, June 21st, my husband had a heart attack. He’d complained of indigestion about 8:00 pm, but took some Tums and seemed ok. Still bothering him about an hour later, he decided to take a ‘coldish’ shower and said it helped. About 2:00 am Saturday he said, “I think I better go to the hospital.” So, we went. (We live about 6 minutes from the hospital.) Within an hour they gave him a clot buster, had an EKG, heparin and morphine and took him by ambulance for the two-hour trip to our ‘mother’ hospital. They tried for M. A. M. A. (Mountain Area Medical Airlift) but there was too much fog in the valleys.
As the medical team were all scurrying around, I sat in the corner of the room, texting my daughters and friend the play-by play, getting prayer chains started and encouragement.
When about 3:00, the ambulance attendants had everything ready, I went over to the gurney, wedged myself in between the IV lines and an attendant and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He looked up at me and said, “KISS me.” That’s when I realized he thought that may be the last time he’d see me…Or anybody. Famous last words.
He’s ok. Had two stents put in, in Cardiac Care for three days, nine new medicines and cardio rehab three times a week. He’s still walking every day too, 30 minutes to an hour some days. I think that’s one reason he recovered so well…
