WOW!
What a time it's been for the past two weeks.
I went out to run some errands on November 3rd and got a text from my husband to come home, “there’s been an issue”.
I got home to find him in bed, still dressed in his tennis shoes and all.
My husband has been having dizzy spells for a few months now and kept saying “something doesn’t feel right”, all the while holding his chest.
Right after I had left, he lost consciousness and fell over from the kitchen table, landing on his shoulder. I asked him what he wanted to do and the consensus was let’s go to the Emergency Room.
For whatever the reason, the triage nurse did an EKG and then hooked him up to a heart monitoring device.
He was in full blown non-sustained
Ventricular Tachycardia – not good at all! A “Crash Cart” and about 15 people rushed into the room ready for action.
They finally got him semi-stable and was transferred to another hospital in our area that could take better care of him.
He was in this unit for three days until they could transport him again to Banner University Medical Center in Phoenix. He stayed another three days there and was doing much better. The fantastic Cardiologist/Electrophysiologist wanted to do an Ablation of the affected area of my husband’s heart but couldn’t schedule it for 2-3 weeks and sent us home.
We got a phone call 2 days later to come back and that Doctor would operate, yeah!
Doctor told us that ever since we left, we’d been on his mind and wanted to give us a solution to all this as soon as he could, so he did some shifting and got us in much sooner than expected.
The Ablation was a huge success, but Doctor wanted to add an insurance policy of an
ICD just to protect him fully. My poor dear went back into surgery about 3 hours later. THAT was a long day. We were in the hospital from 630am and I left at about 9pm, because visiting hours were over.
Doctor and his team thought it best that he spend the night to monitor to device. They sprung him this past Tuesday.
Seeing as we were both utterly exhausted, we spent another night at the hotel that we had booked for the night before surgery.
I haven’t had a chance to sit down and have a good cry, yet, but I will.