My husband, Ken, went to the high school to see his last group of former 6th grade band students play in their last concert, while I shopped for our grandson’s 1st birthday. Not long after I had returned home, my phone rang. It was Ken. He wanted me to come pick him up because he wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t think too much of it – probably a tummy or head ache.
Then, as I saw him on the curb waiting for me, things slowed down. I could feel life being interrupted. Something wasn’t right. He said he was having chest pains. I announced I was calling 9-1-1 and he told me to first drive across the street to the fire station – the concert was getting out and it would soon be a madhouse. I called from the fire station parking lot and 3 men came out. One simply stated, “Sir, we would have come to you.” They put him in an aid car and came back to tell me he was having a “heart event” – they were going to rush him to the ER and I should meet him there. I was confused and I entered the dark street without my lights on until someone flashed their lights at me. By the time I arrived, Ken was being prepped to have a stent put in an artery to his heart. When they let me see him, he smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Then, they took him away.
They said it would be about an hour. I called our kids and our parents…I texted our Life Group…I waited. It didn’t seem real. A friend showed up…our pastor showed up…we prayed. A cute pharmacist appeared to let me know his cell phone was accidentally in with Ken’s clothes, now in a bag in my car. My friend solved the dilemma, asking me what color my car was as she left with my keys. Soon, the doctor showed up and took me to see Ken. He said we were lucky – he had 100% blockage on his left anterior descending (LAD) artery, also known as “the widow maker,” that had been successfully repaired.
I believe luck had nothing to do with it. God was in the middle of all of the details of this event. We weren’t hiking on a mountain (that was the next day’s plan) or in a plane (vacation next month). Instead, we were close to first responders, and a world class cardio team. Friends and family dropped everything to pray and care for us, including our grand baby (who immediately wanted a hug from K-Pah) and Cody, a former student who stopped by to serenade him. We were both overwhelmed by feelings of comfort and peace for the next 3 days while Ken was in the hospital.
Ken is 59. He doesn’t smoke. We exercise and eat well. But, he apparently has something he can’t control – bad heart genes. We won’t know for a few weeks if there is any lasting damage, or if he will completely recover. We continue to pray.
Our life together slowed down. Sometimes interruptions aren’t all bad. We learned it’s good to slow down. We realized how we are loved by so many people. We realized how cool it is to hear from people we haven’t heard from in a while to wish us well.
We were reminded to live, to love, and to be grateful every single day, because we never know when we may be interrupted by blessings.
Betty Lochner is the President Owner of Cornerstone Coaching & Training. She is an award winning public servant, and a leadership and communication skills author, and national speaker. To find out more visit www.cornerstone-ct.com
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