Have you ever felt that everything is conspiring against you and your family? I have in the last few weeks. Here is why…
A few weeks ago I got a phone call from my youngest son, who is 34. He called me and said these words, “Mom, don’t freak out but I am in the hospital.” Yeah sure, don’t freak out he said. I asked him why he was there. Turns out he had an accident at work and the printing press won the battle. He was cleaning his machine when one of his fingers, the right pointer finger, got pulled into the rollers. He jerked it out quickly but part of it was gone. The remaining, he later told me, looked like a flat spoon with bone sticking out.
He told me not to worry, they were going to amputate it to the middle knuckle in the ER and he would update me on it later. Not worry? I am MOM. It is my job to worry. I asked if his hand and arm were ok and was it just limited to his finger. It was and they did amputate it in the ER.
A few hours later he was home, on pain meds and sleeping. Me? I was awake. Fight or flight adrenaline going full steam ahead.
In the end, he is in occupational therapy to learn to use, what we affectionately call his nub. He is improving and I took him to several appointments while in town. I also got to see the grandkids. It was good to see he is using his nub and it is healing nicely.
The reason I went to Ohio though, is because my older son called me and asked if I was sitting down. That is never a good way to start a conversation. He said, “Mom, I am in the ER. I had a heart attack at work and I am in this little town hospital getting transferred to Dayton hospital.” I could not believe this was happening. I asked the appropriate questions. My nurse training kicked in.
I was reassured that he was able to call me, but apprehensive because some folks have a small heart attack before the much bigger one. My husband said for me to pack while he checked the cars fluids and made sure I was ready to head out. I drove to Ohio. While traveling, I was kept up to date by family there. When they transported him to the big hospital, they took him straight into surgery as he arrived. When they told me this, I knew it was more than my son knew.
I arrived after his surgery. He was in ICU. Turns out he had what doctors call “the widow maker”. He was 100% blocked in one artery and further down the same artery, he had two more blockages. The doctors told him if he had not listened to his body, he would most likely have died in an hour from it. What saved him was getting to the first little hospital, where they gave him blood thinners and got him to the big hospital where some of the best cardiologists are.
That was the longest drive of my life. I cried, prayed and bargained with God to get my son through this. This was on Wednesday. My reunion was on Saturday. I stayed until Saturday night. He was released from ICU to go home Friday evening. I could not believe they discharge them so quickly.
He is weak but good. He is reflecting on his life and living it more in the present. My other son is doing the same thing, putting his injury in perspective and moving forward.
That is how my last few weeks have gone. I had not planned on going to Ohio but since I was there, why not pop in to my 40th high school reunion? You can read that in the post titled “Reunions”.
Oh, before I close, one more thing. I am sick. It is some kind of cold. I am hyper vigilant usually about wearing a mask and washing hands while in a hospital. I forgot so I am sure that is where I got it. Just puts a cherry on top of all these stress inducing events.