The Heart of the Matter

9 08 2011

Sometimes terrible things happen. Sometimes what you believe will never happen to you or someone you know, does.

This is not the post I had mentioned was coming.

This is something else.

At the beginning of the month my mother had a heart attack. Needles to say, August is not off to a great start. The morning was normal enough, I slept right through it having just come off of one of my usual overnight shift in the salt mine where I suffer my day job. I fell asleep around eight-thirty and woke up near three. (And yes that would be three pm.) I stirred from bed with little thought of the rest of the day. I was going to have to go to work at seven as was usual and there I would no doubt push an endless parade of paperwork and red tape across my desk, out the door to bind and constrict others in their quest for making sick people well again. And then it happened. My phone rang, or buzzed as it were since it was sitting on vibrate. It was my mother and she was asking if I could give her a ride to the ER.

There is something you should know about my mother. She doesn’t go to doctors. She doesn’t believe that there is any need to fuss about what seems to be ‘little things’. I suppose that is true in certain situations. Don’t sweat the big stuff, deny the stressful things from piling up too high upon your shoulders if you can help it, it’ll make you tired, suck you dry. But she asked. Naturally I became a little worried. I thought about all the times I had claimed illness should keep me from school as a child and how she would simply inquire as to if I was bleeding or if any of my organs had been coughed up that morning. When the inevitable ‘no’ issued forth I was made ready and bound for school. But these are more serious days.

One of those invincible beings I called my parents was facing a life-threatening situation.

I jumped into my car and drove over straight away to find my brother and his wife already there preparing to watch the dogs while I took her to the hospital. We were in the ER for twenty minutes before she was on her way to the cath-lab for a procedure that would place stents to get her heart going again. Later the cardiologist would tell me that it was a great thing we arrived when we did. The sort of lucky that says “Hey someone may have died today.” Fantastic.


Needless to say my writing took a bit of a hit. I meant to have a few blog post up this month but my mind as been elsewhere so you’ll have to excuse me. Life on occasion does get itself in the way. So what can I say? Well things went well, the heart repairs thus far have been good. There are plans to return in a few weeks to place another stent but now she seems to be operating at an even better level than before. Who knew that having your blood flowing properly would actually make you feel better, as if you had more energy. But now that the blood is flowing so too is the ink from my pen or maybe I should say the pixels from my keyboard or thoughts from…eh, electrons from…

I’m writing again.

The Clarion event is over. It concluded on the sixth and with it so too did my initial push into the next big project. I have a great foundation, its solid. Little rocky in spots but solid nontheless. Being a first draft that is to be expected though, thats what they’re for being rough. I like the process of the polish though. And good thing because I’m thinking there is going to be a great deal of it in the near future.

So I apologize. I am sorry for my abscence. But now I am back and rolling.

Stay tuned folks.




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