6 months ago I walked into the building, frightened and worried about the love of my life. He’d been flown by helicopter while I’d had to follow by driving 150+ miles. What followed was nearly a month of anxious moments interspersed with moments of joyful improvements.
It felt strange to walk back into that place today. But this was a thankful day. In my arms, a basket filled with goodies for the staff of the intensive care unit. I gave tearful hugs and answered questions about his current health. It was a much better day than that day in July.
8 broken ribs and a crushed sternum (from compressions) meant a heart shaped pillow to cradle.
My husband suffered a massive cardiac arrest July 31st and was hospitalized 26 days, followed by 30 days in a rehabilitative care facility. That was followed by 12 weeks of cardiac rehab. Hubbymoose is currently settled in his chair next to me and doing well. We are thankful.