My husband was admitted to the hospital and diagnosed with “heart failure” yesterday.
I’m talking about my soul mate. My unborn baby’s father.
We were both shocked and terrified when they called with the results of his echocardiogram. Everything changed in the blink of an eye.
This is after I fought his stubborn ass all week to go to the doctor. I screamed and cried and told him off. I THREW A PLATE AT HIS HEAD. It put a hole in my wall–and that hole will stay there, I won’t patch it.
Because I would break every dish in my m*therf*cking kitchen. Even the pottery barn ones. If that’s what it takes.
Because I’m a fighter. And because I love him SO much and I can’t imagine life without him–I don’t want to.
He’s lucky–WE are lucky–that they caught it before he just dropped dead.
I’ll write more later, about how I feel and how things have changed. I’m still kind of numb–I had to suck it up and handle sh*t…
My blog is called “My Life As A Case Study” for a reason–because I’ve been where he is. Scared. Angry. Upside down. Lying in a hospital bed wondering how the hell… So I’m the perfect person to help him through this. And I’m determined. And I have a lot of plates, but I’m hoping it won’t come to that. I’m hoping he realizes that he just got a second chance–it was a gift–and God doesn’t owe him a third.