Much to my chagrin, it has been well over three years since I sat down and wrote in my blog. Phew...to think of all that has happened since my last post in July of 2010. I won't remember it all; I'm probably going to break it down into bite sized chunks.
My darling Chaz and I got married in June, 2010. NICE wedding - over just a little too fast but fun. Short honeymoon trip to Vermont, which was a blast as always. Home to settle into married life. Going well until about October when Mr. Chaz had a heart attack at work. There's a phone call! Hello, your husband isn't feeling well...can you come pick him up since we don't feel he can drive himself home. okie dokie, I'm on my way (I'm an hour away!) I'm half-way there, the phone rings again, sorry, he's off to UMASS via ambulance...you might want to just head there. Call us and keep us updated! OK!
UMASS - by the time I get there, he's been sedated, stented and is recovering. I can take him home in a couple of days. Yes, it was a heart attack but thankfully, a mild one. I did take him home two days later and he was relaxing. Guess, what...he had another small attack at home, we go back to the hospital where he gets a second stent on Halloween. Hmmm...why not do two at once? Not the usual practice. OK... got it! Take him home on November 3rd and he's home for six weeks recovering.
Back to work about two weeks before Christmas. He's doing well - we're all stressed but slowly life is moving back towards normal. Christmas Eve...we're at a family party and guess who starts having trouble breathing? You guessed it - we're back to the ER and Charlie is hooked up to every machine possible. No attack this time, but something isn't right. He goes home Christmas Day and we celebrate a lovely holiday with the kids (well as best as we could since we're all so tired it's not funny any more).
New Year's comes rather quietly. Charlie is not feeling all that great, so I call the doctor on the 3rd. We take him into the ER and the next thing I know he's off to UMASS via ambulance again! This is getting to be a habit no one likes. He's stuck at UMASS now for the next sixteen days, when the doctors do a double bypass on him (one down the front of his heart, one down the back). You could say I'm a mess by this point. I'm not sure if I'm going to have a husband for long so I've decided to enjoy him while I can.
The bypass goes very well! Charlie comes out of it like a trooper. I was beside him the entire day (well, right up until they gave him a valium drip and he started giggling...then it twas time for me to leave!) I was there when he woke up though. I had five minutes to see him; I leaned in close and said I love you baby, I'm here. He raised his hand since he could talk and caressed my cheek. I knew exactly what that meant. I love you too baby. He has not let a night go by when the last thing he says to me is "good night my love". The nurse was afraid he was going to slug me but I told her no, I know exactly what he's doing. He smiled every so slightly and went to sleep...for two days!
When he woke up, a foot of snow had fallen and I couldn't get to him. Talk about pissed! (Me, not him!) He got on the phone and told me to stay put, he wasn't going anywhere and we could talk as long as he was able. We did talk for a few minutes but then I hung up so he could rest.
He came home four days after the bypass a new man. Granted, he needed some rehab work with the VNA but otherwise, he's been awesome! We spent the next few months adjusting to his limitations (no heavy lifting, so the canoe stayed in that summer!), and just kept pretty quiet.
That's all for now...I won't forget to post more. Believe me, there's lots more!
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