This morning, my husband of 23 years walked into the kitchen where I was fixing coffee. I turned around to find his face covered in sweat...his eyes bloodshot..and his face an ash grey...
"Honey...I think Im going to ruin your day" he said. I looked at him and was startled. He then told me he was having chest pain and that he might be having a heart attack. He thought it would be best to load him up and take him to the ER that is less than 2 miles from our home.
The first thing I did was reach into the cabinet and give him a Bayer Aspirin and water. I got him dressed in loose fitting clothes and got him to the ER. I just got home and my husband is having a heart catheterization tomorrow at 1pm. The staff finally kicked me out of his room at 1000pm.
This one moment in time has changed my whole perspective on life. That Ironman I thought was so important just doesn't seem so important at the moment. Ill keep you posted!!!