No not one year ago meaning date, just one year ago today; date is actually tomorrow. My husband at approximately 5:40 AM suffered from a fistula bleed aka brain bleed. I woke up this morning and looked at the clock and watched from 4:15 all the way thru until 6AM. Only then was I able to fall back asleep.
I cannot begin to tell/explain to anyone willing to listen how God touched our lives, blessed my husband from the moment his incident occurred. The chain of events, the doctor on call @ emergency room in a not so specialized country hospital, the air lifeflight to Emory medical because he could get there the quickest and was admitted although there were no rooms available on the ICU floor...a first come first serve type of deal, he won. The doctors that conferred and attempted, the one doctor that took over because the one who was to perform the surgery was out...so happens the doctor that worked with Pat was head of his field recognized nationally & internationally.
The support was overwhelming...from my office, my family, the people in ICU land while with their loved ones all the way to my Pink Sisters. My days in ICU land were of a quiet faith never without a doubt, a different world that would change me forever.
Touching talking speaking just being. I learned so much about myself, my husband and to be honest far more than I ever dreamt about medically! I lived at the hospital in a little family room off of Pat's and actually continued to work; God sending me referrals, people who understood what was happening in my life but willing to work with me through my account manager...texting was our tool. How crass you think....no it was chicken soup for the soul keeping me productively active in an otherwise day in day out atmosphere of life support sounds, doctors in and out, beeps whirs, the still form of once my active husband.
God never left us...never.
I kept telling Pat about his puppy Buster he not only chose but bonded with less than a month before he was stricken and to this very day I swear that in addition to God's Grace Buster is what helped bring my man home....
Once home from rehab Pat was with me for one week to the day on March 9th my sweet man suffered severe blood clots that travelled thru his heart landing in his lungs...in essence my man crashed and if not again for God's blessings and Grace touching the medical staff on call my husband would not be here.
God once again touched us with His love. The rest is history, long recovery, ICU land (again), rehabs and the long long road with a strong will and fight for recovery. My friends and family as well as work kept in constant touch continuing to build our strength through love and caring. Thank you is too simple for the gratitude felt thru 4 long months of hospitals & rehabs.
Where am I going with all of this you may wonder? I don't know...a catharsis of sorts I guess...I lost quite a bit of weight while all of this was going on but still managed to take care of myself and must do so and again so that I can continue to enjoy my husband...he was after all given back to me was he not?
Things to think about, priorities to be placed as I am finding myself swamped with work again, falling behind in the camaraderie of my husband...how dare I?? Must remember what is most important, must remember how to achieve healthier lifestyle but most of all celebrate my husband today, his one year date of Grace while holding in my heart how we were both Blessed beyond words.
This year "anniversary" has been weighing heavily on my mind and feels good to get it out, almost as if I have exorcised the demons of memory and am now free to move forward with my husband... we are both changed in oh so many ways...
Just need to get thru tomorrow...the actual date, not day but date...