So much has happened in the last few days it feels as if I have come in to work today to get a break from it all.
First of all, we got through Friday and Saturday without any major health mishaps. Why was I concerned about both days? Well. I count one year from Friday, because that was the actual afternoon we went to the hospital and his heart stopped. Shawn counts it from the date, the 19th. Like a birthday. Or a re-birth day. Nonetheless we were all nervous all week long leading up to the days. I don’t know why, he is no more or less likely to have another heart attack on the anniversary of the last one than he is any other day, but, it’s sensitive. I’m just glad we got through it.
Friday night was a trip, though. We were invited by the Saint John Hospital Foundation to join them as guests for the cardiac symposium gala dinner. As VIP guests, we were able to be in the VIP lounge prior to the dinner and meet the guest speaker, none other than Mr. Jean Cretien himself.
We were introduced and we shook his hand. He referred to my husband as a brother, since they had both had heart attacks. It was quite a moment, to be able to talk with him. Of course his speech was amazing. The man is still very compelling to listen to and has quite a sense of humour – especially about himself.
The dinner was lovely and, though I may be biased, I think we had the best table. I have to say, however, that I was surprised that in a room full of heart specialists, they chose beef as the entre. I expected something more heart friendly. It made for a good chuckle between Shawn and I, I can tell you.
We drove home from the dinner full of belly and enjoying a verbal replay in the car, as we do after such events, when my oldest called and informed me he had been in a car accident. Well, a fender bender anyway, with my car. He is okay but my poor, already dying car, is taking a beating. It’s always something.
On Saturday we took orchids and cards of thanks on the one year anniversary to the hospital. One for the ER staff, one for cardiac CCU. Why is everyone so surprised when we thank them? I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you want to repeatedly thank the people who ensured your story has more chapters in it? It was great to see everyone. We ran into Michael, one of our favourite and most connected to heroes. Big hugs all around. We all left with smiles.
A lot of people reminded us this weekend that there are no do-overs in this life, though Shawn certainly feels like he got one. But truly, we can never know the day or the hour and so, dear friend, please know that I love you.
Important words. Say them out loud and often and mean them. Don’t wait for that rainy day, go after what you want now.
Don’t just have your life. Live it.
Until we meet again, I remain your devoted friend.