Finally, I am sitting in my own home again. I was discharged late last night. Yesterday morning my nurse came to give me more rough news. I had two slight tachycardias over the night. That means that my heart wasn't beating... it's more like it was fluttering. Luckily, it stopped on its own and no damage was done. But of course, my doctors were very concerned. The cardiologist decided to release me last night though because the episodes were very short.
After arriving home late and getting some dinner, medicine, and a much needed shower, I was tucked in for a nice night's sleep.
As I reflect on the last week, it has been one of the absolute worst of my life, but you can't help but see God's hand in each step. If I hadn't been throwing up, I never would've gone to the hospital. If I hadn't been taking medicine for restless legs and had a reaction, they would've never done an echocardiagram and found the blood clot. If I hadn't had a reaction to the light anesthesia, it could've been awful if I have to have major surgery. And if I hadn't had a reaction to the nausea medicine, they wouldn't have hooked me up to the cardiac monitors that found the tachycardia. I would say God is taking wonderful care of Ray and I. I also believe God still works miracles, so I am praying for a healed heart.
Debbie just gave me the link to your blog. I am so sorry to hear about all that you are going through. It's wonderful to read your description of God's hand through the whole process. You will be in my prayers.
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