M.E. - Health Opportunity

I turned to see my husband holding his chest, his completion ashen and his eyes pleading and confused, then ever so slowly he says he is having chest pains. I quickly end the phone conversation I was having with my niece as Kyle made is way to the couch to sit down. That is how my world was rocked on November 20, 2005. All of the first aide and lifesaving training kicks in as I grab his wrist and check his pulse and respiration. They seem normal but the fact that he had no color and was cold and clammy told me that something was wrong. I told him I wanted to call 911 and he said no. I asked if at least he would let me take him to the ER and of course he said no. I asked again and he said yes. Right then and there I knew this was no small thing so I quickly get my shoes on and grab his shirt and shoes and hand them to him and he tells me we have to wait until the end of the Seahawks game. WHAT, I turned around and saw that there was only 43 seconds left in the game and stayed calm enough to let him finish the game. I figured if I freak out it wouldn’t help either one of us.

We ended up in the ER in Monroe and the doctor there found an anomaly so he kept Kyle over night. The next day during his stress test he starts having chest pains again and they shipped him off to Everett immediately, it has one of the best Cardiac Care Units in the country.

The best way to describe his condition is that Kyle was a heart attach waiting to happen. If he had not let me take him to the ER and he would have gone to work the next day; he had what they call the ‘widow maker’, he would have died even if he had been in the ER at the time it would have still been fatal.

Once at Everett they schedule a procedure to unblock his artery and put in a stint to keep it open. The night before the procedure I stayed with Kyle; I can’t say that either one of us slept. I even wrote in my journal that morning while he was on his way to Everett, “Lord, if this is the last day for Kyle here, I want to thank You for the time and legacy. I know I can trust You with him.”

I truly didn’t expect him to live through the procedure. During the night I really felt it was going to be our last chance to be together but I was at peace. I felt that Kyle would go and it was OK to let him go. Maybe that was it; I just needed to get to the point that I would let him go.

Two days after the procedure we had the Pearson family over for Thanksgiving Dinner and what a time of rejoicing we had. The day after that I slept for 14 hours, I guess I was just a bit tired.

I have come to grips with my own death, knowing that I can trust God. That night I came to grips with the Kyle’s death, knowing hat I could trust God. Is there anything else that I can’t trust God with? What more could there be, this was just another Health Opportunity.

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