Wow. We’re Home.

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Home from the hospital! Home from my husband’s bypass surgery.

I  don’t even know what to say!

God is good: how’s that?

I  don’t know why, thus far, we have been granted mercy. But one week after my dear Big Bison of a husband had a heart attack out in our “yard”,  and three days after them slicing into his chest, and spreading his ribs like they were prying a wedge into a piece of firewood, and after cutting and cauterizing arteries in order to graft them together again, my man is home. With a huge, itchy,  red, angry rash over much of his back, tummy and tail, like the boils that must have afflicted Job.

They open up your chest and  handle your heart on Friday, and send you home on Monday: what a weekend. But, that’s where we are. With eight new medications, and exhaustion and emotional trauma to boot.

But the choice was simple: you can die, now, before your kids are raised, OR you can undergo torture and some very, very hard work, and permanent lifestyle change, and POSSIBLY live to see your kids raised, and maybe even see them married, and MAYBE even bounce a grandkid on your knee, and hopefully, enjoy many long years with your wife/lover/best friend.

The Big Bison went for the torture, and I’m along for the ride.

How do people DO this?

But they do….every day. So many times, when I have spilled my agony out loud to others, I have been encouraged by the number of people who have a tale of a relative who not only survived, but who has enjoyed a long and fruitful and productive life, since.

So, thanks to all those folks for your stories, and thanks for the encouragement they bring. They really DO help me take heart, as it were.

My darling was spared for a reason: I know it! There is still work for him to do.

I will end this post with one of the best stories I have heard, so far, on this journey.

Recently, a friend of ours flatlined in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital. He had  fainted, and his friends called 911. He died on that ride, and was absolutely, completely dead, for somewhere between two and three minutes. All at once, as the vehicle continued on its way to the hospital,  he opened his eyes, and began talking to the paramedic, as if nothing had happened! The paramedic was completely amazed! His remark was, “The other paramedics are never going to believe this one when I tell them!”

Fast forward to about a month later for our friend. This fellow’s sister, who is in her 50’s, and has Down’s Syndrome,  lives with our friend and his wife. One day, recently, his sister had a terrible case of diarrhea, and she had made a terrible mess in his home. He was on his hands and knees on the floor, cleaning up the awful mess, and as his wife walked by, he remarked to her, “You know, I could have been in heaven long about now.”

Sometimes, the work that God has for us to do isn’t so glamorous. Sometimes, it’s downright unpleasant. But the fact of the matter is: God has purposes for each one of us in our lives. And whatever we do, even for the least of these, maybe even especially for the least of these, is worthy of being done with all our hearts.

Picture from here.

I guess my job right now, is the care and keeping of the Big Bison when he’s weak. Seeing him suffering ANY pain is hard for me to bear, but to this, I have been called. It is my joy, and my privilege. May God grant me the skill to do what He has called me to do, May He fill up my empty cup, so that I can pour out something of value.


  1. I’m happy to hear it, Susan. And let me add a happy ending story to the pile. My S.O. had a heart attack 7 years ago. He wasn’t nearly as wise as your Bison.

    He basically let it play out over 5 nights.. assuming it was his hiatus hernia. He arrived at the hospital telling the doctors that it wasn’t his heart. They put him on a monitor and said “It is so your heart.”

    He had surgery (stent) and went home the next day. Every day since then has been a gift. He’s still a stubborn old thing though. 🙂

    I’m glad your Bison is home and on the mend.

  2. I’m so very glad that your beloved is home. You’ve all been in my thoughts and prayers and will continue to be. Praying for an easy transition with the lifestyle changes that need to take place. That can’t be easy.

    Hugs and lots of love.


  3. Whoooooooaaaaaaa! What happened???!!!! Wait a minute….

    Okay, I had to go back and read the last few posts. OMG, what a nightmare you’ve been through! I am soooo sorry you’ve all had to endure this, but thank God, your Bison is on the mend. Another bloggy friend of mine actually lost her husband about this time last year, when he didn’t get to the hospital in time.
    Your faith is strong and you’ll get through this. It’ll be rough, and there’ll probably be times when you want to just give up, but you’ll get through it.
    Many, many prayers are headed your way.

  4. YAY! Home is a great improvment!

  5. WHAT??!! We’ve been out of town for 5 days and I just pulled up your blog. Ohhhhhh. SO thankful he’s had the surgery and done well. Will be praying for healing, peace, strength, wisdom,…. Love you!! Donna

  6. Oh, my, Susan. I take a couple days off and look what happens!

    What a weekend you and your husband have had.

    My heartfelt wishes of health to you both.

    God IS good.


  7. I’m adding my well-wishes for speedy healing…but you already know that.
    Praying that all is uneventful for the next several months.

  8. kind of amazing what they can do these days. there’s a lot of heart disease in my family but i have an uncle who has beat the odds through taking care of himself after a similar scenario. he’s in his 70s so do take heart. i know the lifestyle changes won’t be easy but they will become like second nature if you both persevere. glad to know big bison is home and healing and asking god to give you both the stamina for the days to come.

  9. Bless your heart, dearie! I will pray for you hub. Same thing happened to my Mom a couple of years ago, had to walk a hard road. But we made it thru. You will too. Hugs!!!

  10. So glad he’s home and recovering Susan. ((hugs)))

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