The past couple of months have been...eventful to put it simply. As a result, I've been rather scarce in the blogging world, jumping on mainly to fulfill previous commitments and let you guys know that I didn't fall off the face of the earth somewhere. Things have somewhat calmed down and I find myself finally in a state where I can open up about the serious life changes the past 2 months have brought us.
I'll start by saying that this flu season has wreaked havoc on our family this year. Not so coincidentally, this is where the chaos ensued.
One thing I've learned having a family of 7 is that, in general, if one of us gets sick, we all get sick. If we're fortunate, it'll only cycle through once. But we have had it cycle through up to 3 times...yes, its as horrible as it sounds and momma usually needs a good long break afterwards. Anyway, I digress.
Usually when my husband gets sick, he's laid out for a couple days and he's back at it. But this last time, it seemed to affect him more than usual. After about a week, he seemed to get better. He was up and back to his usual schedule.
For the next 7 days, he continued to struggle with his breathing. The coughing seemed to get marginally better and then it would start up again. At exactly the 7 day mark, he woke up in the morning and was noticeably struggling to breathe. He described it as trying to breath through a cotton ball. I insisted he go in and drove him to the emergency room.
They ran some tests and...surprise surprise...pneumonia. Not only did he have pneumonia but he had several different types of pneumonia in several different spots in his lungs.
That was not great news...but it wasn't even the worst of it.
After doing an EKG, they suspected that he was having a heart attack. So, they admitted him.
I was in the car with kids when I got the call from him. All he told me was that they think it may have something to do with his heart. I had...a freak-out moment to put it modestly. Though I looked calm on the outside, inside I felt like someone had repeatedly punched me in my gut. I was light headed and still had to somehow make it home.
This lasted the 4 hours it took my brother to get to my house to watch the kids. By the time I got to the hospital, they had started him on antibiotics for the pneumonia. The next day, we got a visit from the cardiologist.
The ultrasound they had given him had showed his heart was only functioning at 25%. The doctor told us that had he not come in when he did...he wouldn't have made it through the night.
They did an angiogram to check his arteries and they were completely clear. We were grateful for some good news.
He was officially diagnosed with Nonischemic Cardiomyopathy, a heart disease commonly associated with genetics.
Whatever virus he caught in the weeks prior had attacked his heart. The decreased heart function caused fluid to build up around his heart resulting in congestive heart failure. That, in conjunction with the pneumonia, was causing the difficulty breathing and the coughing fits.
This was a hard pill to swallow. My husband is 36-years-old and in great health. And yet I can't help but thank Yah that he's still with us. We almost lost him...but Yah showed us grace and mercy. He's not done with him yet!
So, he lives to fight another day. And the enemy's attempt to take him out was a #fail...
I'll end here for now but I'll be back with more on how were adjusting to his diagnosis and how things have changed since we found out.
Until then, Be encouraged =)
Hi there! My name is Brittany..help meet to T.J. and mom to 5 little blessings. My passion lies in helping other women to see their value through the eyes of their creator. Be Encouraged...YOU are a Good Thing!