Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Two Years Ago

This time two years ago, my husband and I were sitting in the ER at UNC Hospitals. It would be another 8 hours or so before a doctor would say the words "You've had a heart attack" to me. Two years ago tomorrow would be the first time we'd ever heard of a spontaneous coronary artery dissection.

Today I'm grateful for so many things--my wonderful husband Paul, awesome family and friends who stood by us during that scary time.

No longer do I take for granted simple pleasures like sleeping in my own bed at night, curled up with Paul at my side. Sleeping through the night, uninterrupted every hour by the blood pressure cuff going off, or staff coming in every three hours to draw blood and take vital signs. The ability to walk from the bed to the bathroom, unconstrained by a metal tower of IVs and beeping, blinking monitors.

Blessed to be celebrating tonight with good friends.

Happy to be alive!

Hug your loved ones, and get out there and do something fun.




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