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Heart attack

I was looking over my old post I wrote while in the hospital and I never really came out and said it. What you ask? Well, that on Feb 8 around 8:30am I had a heart attack!

My cardiologist wouldn’t say the word until just before my second procedure. That was when I finally asked him, “what happened to me? Did I have a heart attack or not? Or was it something else?” He finally said it was a “small” heart attack with very little damage to my heart. Which by the way is very good news, but not what anyone wants to hear. He could have told me it was stress, a panic attack, even hyperventilating, but NO it was a heart attack.

Not sure what you think when you hear those scary words, but I feel weak. I don’t know what to say. I often think about how young I am and how in the world can this happen to me. Isn’t this something that happens only to old people? I also get scared that it could happen again.

But after all the over thinking and anxious thoughts in my head I remember the most important thing, God is in control of my life. He has allowed yet another trial into my life. And he only knows why, so I need to trust him. Trust him like I did when I was a teenager battling cancer, when I was a young adult trying to have children and now with heart issues. I cling to my life verses once more,

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6

And I hope that when you come to a trial or an uncertainty in your life, instead of worry about it or getting angry, why not trust God that he has allowed this trial into your life for your good. I know if it wasn’t for the cancer in my life I wouldn’t be serving him today. So, like me, trust him with all your heart because he is the only one who is trustworthy.

February 21, 2013 at 2:28 PM 7 comments

20,000 hits = 20,000 thank you’s


Wow, we did it! Because of each of you visiting my blog so often we made it to a pretty big milestone in less that 3 years. So not only is this a post to say “we did it” but also to say “thank you!”

20,000 hits equals 20,000 thank you’s.

February 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM 2 comments


If you know me, you know I hate needles. Let’s put it another way. I faint at the idea of a needle and at the sight of one. Well, at least I used to.

Going back to my chest pains story you know I had a number of needles this past few days. 24 to be exact! And every time I need to lay down and look away so I wouldn’t faint. But I never did. Even in the most painful times, I just laid down and grit my teeth and let the nurses poke me.

If you get queasy at the thought of needles then don’t read any further…

Today before I left for home the nurse was told to poke me one last time, which was my 24th poke. So she proceeded to look for a vein and of course, couldn’t find one. Eventually she tried to poke me, but no blood, it just hurt. Then she turned my hand over did the inside of my wrist. That hurt! A lot! And it took forever! But I didn’t faint!

I am so glad that is all over now!!!

February 14, 2013 at 3:15 PM 2 comments

Chest pains updated

In my last post I told you I was waiting for my procedure. In this post I thought I would update you on all that has happened.

Like everything I experience in life, my procedure didn’t go as planned. I did get transported to the other hospital that specializes in angiograms / angioplastys on Mon, Feb 11 in the morning, which went as planned. Everything else didn’t.

After arriving at the hospital for my angiogram they started to prep me for the procedure. I won’t go into detail but it was very intrusive to say the least. There was shaving, putting stickers all over my body (again), and asking very personal questions. So much fun (read with sarcasm).

Once they had me all prepped De-Ann arrived and we waited. I have to admit I was very anxious because I knew I was going to be wide awake during this procedure. And second, it was going to be on my heart so that made me nervous as well. But eventually they called my name and I went from one waiting room to another, then finally into the operating room. It was a very large room that was freezing. They put me on a very narrow table and took off the one thing that was keeping me warm and dignified: my gown. Eventually they put lots of warm blankets on me so I wouldn’t freeze to death during the procedure. How considerate.

During the angiogram they discovered I had two arteries that were heavily blocked. One was 90% and the other 80%. But thankfully the third one was fine, because I would be looking at open heart surgery–the doctor told me later on. Phew! The surgeon managed to stint the first artery which had 90% plaque build up but as he did so some of the plaque fell into my heart and caused some complications. So the surgeon decided to leave the artery with 80% blockage for another day.

If you want to know more about the angiogram and angioplasty procedures, Google it. It should give you a good idea of what I went through.

After the procedure, all I remember leaving the operating room freezing to death. I felt like my arm with the IV in it was laying on ice. They put me in my “stall” and loaded all kinds of blankets on top of me. I looked like a mummy. [blame De-Ann for not having a picture to show you. She wouldn’t take a picture for me. I think she thinks I am nuts]. Eventually I warmed up and fell asleep. I slept on my back for a few hours. Then more poking, more stickers and other unpleasant things I don’t want to mention. Let’s just say I was fully exposed.

After my recover from the procedure the surgeon came and told me what happened and that he wanted to give my heart a break before he put a stint in the second artery. It would probably be on Wednesday or Thursday. Man, I was not looking forward to that. The next day I was transported back to the first hospital I came from and I stayed there all day and into the night.

While at the first hospital I had some great visit with people who are so special to me. My brother and his wife came all the way from Ottawa. One of my co-workers dropped off a really nice care package with all of my favourite things in it from all my co-workers. They really know and love me. By the time night came I was exhausted and went to bed early. I almost forgot I was visited by my cardiologist and he told me I will be transported tomorrow morning to have my second procedure. I wasn’t looking forward to that. But I was so thankful for my brother’s prayer and one of my volunteers’ prayer as they prayed for me to have peace as I went into my second procedure. They both knew I was very anxious because of all I went through with the first procedure.

The next morning, Wed, Feb 13, came with me being poked three times. It was bad enough they wanted to take blood, but to miss my vein two times before. Uggh. Still I didn’t faint. Not sure why, but I just grit my teeth and let her poke me. [Am I becoming immune to this poking?] Then the transport guys came and brought me back to the other hospital. [Here’s a question you are all probably asking: why didn’t I just stay at the other hospital since I was going to be doing the second procedure in a few days? If you find out the answer, please tell me. No one knew the answer to that one].

I arrived at the other hospital at 6:45am and my procedure was at 9:30am. Of course, like everything else, it was delayed and I finally went in at 11:30am. This time they got me to walk to the table and put myself on it. Again I was exposed for all the world to see…okay, only the five people in the operating room. Unfortunately since my first procedure was only two days ago they had to enter my body on the other side of my body so now I have two incisions to heal. During the second procedure the surgeon was not able to use a regular mess stint, he had to use a full metal stint because the way the artery was shaped and where the plaque was built up. But the procedure went well and there were no complications. However it was almost twice as long and many times during it I became very cold or in a great deal of pain.

I came out and was put into my new “stall” [a bit roomier than the last one] where they put more blankets all over me and I slept for hours. I finally woke up and I got to see my beautiful bride sitting there beside me.

So thankful for my wife, De-Ann for being there every step of the way with me. And I know now that I am home she has an even bigger role to fill. My recovery is going to be long and I can’t do much for the first two weeks, including things I usually do like vacuuming, shovelling, laundry, collecting the garbage, etc. I am going to owe her big-time once I am completely recovered and able to do all of my regular duties.

As you probably have figured out by now, I am homeFINALLY! Now it is time for me to recover. The cardiologist has told me 4-6 weeks of recovery. I can’t even drive for a few weeks. Homebound I guess for now.

Thank you to each of you for your prayers, visits, cards, messages, gifts and love. They mean so much. I really do feel cared for.

February 14, 2013 at 1:19 PM 24 comments

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