Home, Home Again


So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking                                        Racing around to come up behind you again.                                                                                 The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,                                                        Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.                                                                         Home                                                                                                                                                            Home again                                                                                                                                                I like to be here                                                                                                                                  When I can

“Dark Side of the Moon” –Pink Floyd, 1973

I can’t seem to let go of songs from 40 years ago. They have more meaning for me now. I truly loved that album for 20 years and it’s still in my Top Five of all time. 

So Amy is Home, Home Again.  I made my ninth trek to the Bakersfield Heart Hospital yesterday with the intention of watching the nurses move my wife, Amy, from ICU to a regular room. There were dozens of people I had promised to contact with the room number and visiting schedule as soon as she was settled.

When I arrived at 8am, she told me she had walked five laps around the ward the night before and got up and did ten laps that morning. I was amazed to say the least.  While I sat quietly in her ICU room, various therapists came in and checked her lungs, throat, brain, and physical strength.  Her cardiologist came in before noon and said he had second thoughts about sending her to a regular room on the other ward. My heart sunk. Then he smiled and said, “I think you’re ready to go home.”

high five

 

 

 

YES!  I almost high-fived the doctor but instead thanked him. Probably more appropriate.  He said the hospital staff was calling her the miracle girl.

These first 10 days of 2013 have been, might we say, interesting. My thrice-weekly blog has suddenly become my personal tales of health failures, health care, regaining health and second chances.  Believe me; I know how lucky I am to get a second chance to spend more precious moments with Amy. She also feels extremely lucky.  There are so many variables when a person suffers a severe heart attack or stroke.  Besides the obvious great medical care needed, the time lapse, the age of the victim and luck all add to the outcome.  

Before moving this blog back to talking about other things, I want to thank all of you who called, wrote, visited, and cared.

But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.” Thomas Jefferson

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About bakoheat

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6 Responses to Home, Home Again

  1. Mary says:

    What can I say but once again, beautiful!

  2. Patrick K. says:

    Sweet news… way to go Amy!!!!!

  3. Julie Henderson says:

    Wonderful news! So happy for the both of you!

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