Last week, I asked for prayer.
As many of you know, I've been on a journey for the last two months. On October 13, I had a heart attack. After a heart cath, balloon, and four days in the hospital, all has been well, for the most part.
My first doctor's visit was two weeks after my heart attack. Everything was normal, about as normal and boring as could be. The doctor next scheduled a stress test, to make certain everything was okay. Normal procedure. Standard procedure. Just checking.
Last week, I had that stress test. You know. Wear gym clothes, comfortable shoes, then get on a treadmill from hell? That stress test.
Fairly quickly, I knew everything wasn't quite normal. An irregular heartbeat. I knew that was coming. I had felt it. I had felt it for four weeks. So, no shock. And from what I had read, nothing out of the ordinary. It's almost expected. In many patients. I thought I would see the doctor that day, but was told, "No, you will have the results in a day or two."
Their mistake. I was supposed to see the doctor. The technician made a mistake.
Well, I waited 8 days for the results from the doctor. Not quite "a day or two."
I'm terrible at waiting. That's what I posted about, other than asking for prayer.
Today, I have the results.
Maybe I should have been more patient. Maybe I should have waited longer.
The results aren't terrible. Not as bad as they could be. But, something was "abnormal" in my stress test. Don't you love that word: abnormal. What does it mean? What does it remind you of?
It reminds me of the Young Dr. Frankenstein movie--the abby normal brain--remember that scene?
Now, something was found that is abnormal. And this time, I'm not laughing. Not crying either. But, not bouncing off the ceiling in joy. This time, it's my heart that is abby normal.
I find myself waiting again. Until Monday. At 8:00 AM, I return to the hospital for another heart cath. The doctor wants to see what's going on inside my heart. The best way is from the inside. A heart cath is the easiest way to do that. Beats a long incision from my neck to groan area, and another one on my leg.
The options of what the doctor might find are several: from a new clot to an enlarging of the one the doctor left behind. The doctor doesn't know. I don't know either. So, he waits. And, I wait. I have a feeling this isn't as much of a concern to the doctor as it is to me and my wife.
I'm not worried. I'm really not. I trust my doctor. I believe in the hospital that I will be admitted to. And, more importantly, I believe in my Heavenly Father who knows what is best for me.
I'll know more Monday afternoon. If everything goes well, I'll be home then. If it is a little more complicated, I'll be home Tuesday.
Either way, you know I'll post about it!
Thanks for reading.
Pray. I would appreciate that too. Tonya would appreciate it even more!
