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We Will Move Forward
Published on Sunday, January 3, 2016 by

This is a screen shot of a picture I shared on Facebook today.  I don’t think I have ever seen a picture that hit home so profoundly.  Above the picture I wrote, “When David was at his worst and I didn’t know if he was going to make it, I held on to his hand with everything I had.  If I had to get up for a second I made my Mom or Elizabeth hold his hand.  I had this feeling that if I let go of his hand I could lose him.  I just saw this… Wow.”

unroof coronary artery

I don’t even know where to begin.

My 22 year old son had his open heart surgery two weeks ago.  The surgeon was able to unroof the anomalous right coronary artery exactly as planned.  David is home with a defibrillator vest which will automatically start his heart if it stops again.  His recovery has been quick due to his age and overall health.

So why can’t I just relax?

There is no 100% that my son is fixed.  There is no 100% that any of my other children won’t have something similar happen.  Heck, I could walk across the street and get hit by a truck tomorrow.

It’s funny.  I have always been the one who says, “Go out and live your life! Don’t be afraid of the unknown.  Go white water rafting!  Go climb that rock wall!  HAVE FUN!”  My son told me, “You can’t change that thought process.  Before all this happened I used to tell people that any of us could drop at any time.  How ironic that it literally happened to me.”

He is right, and I know that.  If anything, perhaps we should work on having even more adventures during our lifetime.  You just never know.

I’ve started work while he stays home recovering.  But my mind is still home with him.  I am definitely suffering from post-traumatic stress… but quietly, deep inside my head.  Every night I have nightmares.  I keep busy the entire day just so I don’t have to think.  And when those images of the worst hospital moments creep in to the forefront of my mind I push them back as quickly as I can.

One of the chaplains at the health care facility I work at has told me, “Those images will never leave you, no matter how much medication you are offered or how much counseling you might decide to try.  When they appear, immediately bring about the BEST images from that time.  Think of one of the moments when you were given hope.”

The next time the worst moment of his hospital stay reared its ugly head in my mind, I did just that.  The first time I was given hope was when a physician took me out of the room, explained some good news and said, “Your son is a miracle.”

A miracle.  My son.  Those words will forever be my weapon against the dark images that will never go away.

On a lighter side…. One needs to laugh during times of trouble.  A few days ago my son began to laugh at one of the many stupid things he catches me doing on a daily basis.  I don’t even remember what it was.  He started to chuckle.  Then laugh… and then go in to complete hysterics.

That was when he had to start holding his healing sternum.  Laughing at my expense was causing him physical pain.  I cut my eyes at him and quietly said, “Laugh it up, heart boy.”  At that, he had to leave the room because he was laughing so hard.

We will never forget. But we will move forward.

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