Many of you know that my dad suffered a massive heart attack this past saturday, february 21st. Below is a run down of our ordeal and where we are at now.
My mom called me at 2pm and told me his symptoms, I had her give him an aspirin to chew and take him to the ER. In my gut his symptoms sounded like a heart attack, in my head I rationalized that it was probably nothing and that she'd call me later and tell me it was just anxiety or something else. So I proceeded to stay put where I was, in my pajamas, watching a movie in bed. 20 minutes later I got the call that crashed in on my happy little world, "Becca, you're dad is having a heart attack right now".
Turns out mom tore out of the house like a bat out of hell & rushed dad to the hospital at the top of the hill. They had him pumped full of morphine, nitroglycerin and "clot busters" :-) in no time flat, hooked to an EKG and were watching the heart attack as it was happening.
As soon as mom called, I immediately called nate and told him to get home (he was an hour away). I started screaming and crying, scaring skipper half to death, praying harder than I ever have prayed before that God would save my dad, it wasn't his time. I threw stuff in a suitcase and started to throw skippers stuff in the car when my sister called and said they were life flighting Dad to Charleston.The hospital mom took him to did all they could. At one point they thought they had dissolved the clot, but his Vfib picked right back up; turns out the clot only moved. They had enough sense to know that this was over their heads and called for the lifeflight. Within 20 minutes of leaving that hospital and driving to the pick up point, they were touching down in Charleston at CAMC.
Sooo skipper wasn't going with us b/c we were headed straight to Charleston, an hour away from my parents house. We're blessed to have AWESOME friends, so I immediately called my friend Jess and she said her and her husband could house sit and watch skipper. Not 15 minutes later, her sister in law Jen, another one of our friends, was knocking on my front door. She'd come by to give me a hug and wait with me until Nate got home. Our angels, that's all I can say.
Nate made it home in 35 minutes and I had the car loaded. We left our house at 3:00pm and drove through 3 hours of snow downpouring. I was getting antzy b/c I hadn't heard anything and all I could think of was that if my dad had died, they weren't going to call and tell me that on the phone. They'd wait till I got there to tell me. So it was THE longest drive of my life; and we made it there in 7 hours! The whole family had already made it there before us. My grandparents and all dad's siblings and then of course our immediate family were there waiting when we got there.
Once dad made it to Charleston they took him straight to the Cath lab where the put a stent in his LAD and retrieved the clot. Only to find that 2 of his arteries were 100% occluded and there were 3 smaller ones with plaque. They put him in the coronary care unit and told us he was critical. They were going to try and let him rest and recover from the actual heart attack. We were then looking at open heart surgery for a triple bypass.
saturday night we went to the motel across the street. We all piled in one of our 2 rooms and tried to eat a little something and tried to unwind a little bit. No one wanting to voice their fears of what the next day might hold.
I went to bed that night crying with my mom and then cuddling up to Nate. Crying out to God to keep my dad safe while we all slept and to help him recover. The next morning we were told that Dad had suffered a massive heart attack and that he was in critical condition. We held our breath and prayed silent prayers for healing. His heart was working on a 20% ejection fraction (perfectly normal is around 75%). It was imperative that his heart beat normally and not have anymore arrhythmias so that his heart could start to recover from the actual heart attack. Because it was such a huge heart attack, he was restricted to bed - NO walking. He was allowed to get out of the bed and sit in a chair and then back to bed.
He was in a good deal of pain Sunday and Monday in his chest and sore all over. They FINALLY got his pain under control monday and moved him to a private room (HUGE praise) where he could finally start resting. He had the most horrid "roommate" the previous few nights and wasn't getting any rest. His nurse went to bat for him up against the charge nurse stating that she'd "had enough" and that her patient needed rest. Praise the Lord he got him his own room and gave him a wonderful night's rest.
Our family left on Monday (all but me and my sister) b/c dad was improving. My sis left on Tuesday to go back to work and I stayed with mom the rest of the week. Each day dad started feeling and looking better. The cardiologist warned that he take it easy and as his cardiac enzymes started to fall we'd talk about moving him to the "step down" unit where he would be allowed to start walking. On Wednesday they walked dad around the unit and decided to move him to the step down unit. We took a few walks (with his holter monitor on) down the hall once we were on the step down unit and spent some time chatting with his new roomie, a fellow nazarene who was undergoing bypass surgery on Thursday. Thursday mom and I spent the day at the hospital, surprise, with Dad up in his room. We took more walks than on wednesday and made it a little farther :-). The cardiologist said Dad was well enough to go home and continue his recovery when we got his "lifevest" ordered. That excited us all but was frustrating b/c all we were waiting on was his vest. The lifevest is an external defibrillator that will shock his heart if it goes into any sudden cardiac arrhythmias.
Friday morning came and his nurse told us all we were waiting on was his insurance to approve the lifevest and then they'd send someone out. Mom jumped on the phone and called the insurance company. Turns out they never received the forms! Soooo we started the day process of tracking down the forms and getting them into the right hands. Once lifevest received the approval we hounded them to get someone out to the hospital and get dad home. There are only 2 people in WVa that can fit him for the vest. One was sick, and one was out of town. Sooo they started calling to the other states. At 4:30pm we heard that a lady from Richmond, VA was leaving to drive up the WV to bring dad his vest and wouldn't be there till 8am the next morning.
Friday was the most frustrating day of all b/c we were all anxious to get dad home and knew he was well enough to get home. We just weren't going home b/c someone dropped the ball 2 days prior on ordering what we needed. But bless the lady who drove all that way so we weren't sitting there for 3 more days!
Saturday morning we got him fitted, got him discharged, and took him home.... on mom's birthday! :-) Happy birthday mom! All of us kids were able to be home with dad that weekend, which really made him and mom happy :-).
All of that history to say it's been a crazy, long, exhausting week!! I came home yesterday (Tuesday afternoon) and am sitting here at work still in disbelief of the past week. It's a week I never wanted to have, an event I never wanted to experience but a week that God revealed himself to me and my family over and over. I don't believe in coincidences, I believe in providence.
1) Dad could have had a heart attack numerous amounts of times when he was working, by himself. Even the day before he was out in the woods, home by himself, cutting wood. But it happened when him and mom were sitting at home together.
2) The lifeflight team was ALREADY together. They had just made a run when they got the call for dad. So there was no lag time inbetween the call and actually coming to get him, they were already together and in the helicopter when they got the call
3) This all happened before the snow storm hit. Had it happened later in the day/evening, he wouldn't have been able to be lifeflighted b/c of the snow - and my dad wouldn't be here
4) The doctors at our small, dinky little hospital have practiced enough scenarios to know exactly what to do to hold him over until he could get to the coronary hospital in charleston. God's angels
5) God got the whole family there, intact, in record time to be there for dad.
6) God got the word out within a few hours to numerous churches in numerous COUNTRIES to start praying
7) God held my dad in the palm of his hand, keeping his heart beating
8) God let them get the clot that was causing the heart attack and helped them see that he needs surgery before anything else happens
9) God got him a private room and a good night's rest to help his enzymes fall and his body start to recover
10) God sent us an angel from Richmond VA to give her time to get us home
11) God is still God.
There's a song on my ipod by Seventh Day Slumber called "Every Saturday". Nate shared with me that he was listening to this song on his way home when he left me in Charleston with my parents and how it had spoken to him, and the feelings he was having. Since then I've listened to it numerous times and it couldn't be a better fit to describe some of our feelings. The chorus states "I'm barely hanging on. With all these empty feelings. I'm hurting in so many ways. And though I can't pretend; to understand your reasons. I still believe that you're God".
Though I can't still comprehend why this happened. I can't grasp the fact that my dad shouldn't be here according to all medical reason. I can't let myself really think about my dad not being here with me. I'm angry that it's happened, I'm still hurting that it's happened and he has to have surgery, I can rest in the knowledge that God is still God. God is still holding us in his arms, he's still looking over our family, He's still walking with and holding my dad's hand. He's still God.
In this knowledge and in Him I have to let myself rest. Though i'm scared for him to have surgery I know that God can take that fear from me.
Please continue to pray that dad will continue to heal from the heart attack and regain his strength. Pray that the surgery goes even better than we anticipate and that his recovery is a pain free as possible. Thank you so much for your prayers thus far and words of encouragment.