On Tuesday, June 8th at approximately 9:20 P.M., I experienced a heart attack. It was sudden, it was intense and, over the last couple of weeks, it became a life-changing experience for me.
I am fortunate to live very close to our hospital; therefore, my husband was able to deliver me to the ER in record time.
I am now recuperating under a doctor’s supervision, surrounded by the support and love of family members and friends.
Thank heavens for the Internet! Since I cannot stray too far from home, it allows me to reach out and embrace each and every one of you no matter the time of day or night.
And I am very thankful that we have government subsidized healthcare for all.
During my stay in both hospitals, I realized the importance of this, becoming acutely aware that all patients, regardless of age, color or socio-economic background received the same impeccable treatment and guidance from a first-rate medical team.
It was so comforting to behold – to know that, in a medical crisis, one’s health determines the quantity and consistency of care and not how deeply you can dig through your pockets. The quality is always there, but the level of monitoring increase substantially after one experiences a cardiac event.
Even assigning the limited number of TVs in the ICU unit in Sudbury was determined by your acute health status. One day, as I passed another patient’s room during my early evening walk, I noticed that an extremely ill patient, whom I knew was from a less privileged background, was able to enjoy the only large screen television set on the floor. It brought a smile to my face and a sense of comfort.
And so, my recovery process begins. I am taking it slow and very easy, taking solace in the words of my doctor who emphasized that, with time and good care, I will eventually be able to lead a normal, productive life.
However, he cautioned me to maintain a relaxed, less stressful approach in my daily activities. The heart attack was symbolic of working the ‘ole body too hard and one always must be aware of this.
However, for now, I cannot lift anything remotely heavy. Could somebody out there please come and vacuum my house? Kidding of course – well sort-of! I can still punch in phone numbers for a cleaning service. It’s on my “to-do” list tomorrow.
Happy and Healthy Sunday, everyone, and Happy Father’s Day to the Dads out there!