Since October of last year, my husband has been in the hospital for a week for pneumonia and a discovered heart problem, for which he was prescribed drug therapy.
Right before Christmas, an arrythmia was discovered, meaning that the heart problem was Rather More Urgent than the doctors had at first understood, and on January 12 Steve was admitted to Eastern Maine Medical Center for cardiac catheterization and angiography. No blockages were found, so a pacemaker was implanted. He's now on a regimen of rehabilitation exercises, and continuing with the drug therapy.
In March, my mother-in-law, the sole caretaker of my father-in-law who has many, many health problems, including dementia, went into the hospital for tests and routine gallbladder removal. Long story short, she went into cardiac arrest at the recovery facility, had open heart surgery was for some weeks in a coma, and is now in a rehab facility, having completely lost control of her life. She will assuredly never live again in the house she spent most of adult life in; her husband of more than 50 years is in another care facility, and unless she gets over her (entirely justifiable) anger at the situation in which she finds herself and does the damn' exercises, she's going to be wheelchair-bound, herself.
. . .and what these things have taught me is this: The Universe doesn't give a fuck what we plan, or what we want. We are responsible for our own happiness, and our happiness will be short-term. There is no such thing as "safety" there is no such thing as "when I have time enough". There is no time but right now, and no certainty that the word I just finished typing will be followed by another.
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Date: 2011-06-19 09:53 pm (UTC)Right before Christmas, an arrythmia was discovered, meaning that the heart problem was Rather More Urgent than the doctors had at first understood, and on January 12 Steve was admitted to Eastern Maine Medical Center for cardiac catheterization and angiography. No blockages were found, so a pacemaker was implanted. He's now on a regimen of rehabilitation exercises, and continuing with the drug therapy.
In March, my mother-in-law, the sole caretaker of my father-in-law who has many, many health problems, including dementia, went into the hospital for tests and routine gallbladder removal. Long story short, she went into cardiac arrest at the recovery facility, had open heart surgery was for some weeks in a coma, and is now in a rehab facility, having completely lost control of her life. She will assuredly never live again in the house she spent most of adult life in; her husband of more than 50 years is in another care facility, and unless she gets over her (entirely justifiable) anger at the situation in which she finds herself and does the damn' exercises, she's going to be wheelchair-bound, herself.
. . .and what these things have taught me is this: The Universe doesn't give a fuck what we plan, or what we want. We are responsible for our own happiness, and our happiness will be short-term. There is no such thing as "safety" there is no such thing as "when I have time enough". There is no time but right now, and no certainty that the word I just finished typing will be followed by another.
It's now or never, is what I learned.
And never is closer than any of us think.
...best push in me, Kris.