Last weekend was supposed to be a fabulously relaxing weekend filled with the women of my family. Mom, aunts and cousins were going to fill the conference center at Osage and laugh until tears ran down our cheeks. We were going to celebrate an early Christmas and our Danish heritage by singing and dancing around the Christmas tree as in years gone by.
Despite the long drive on Friday, I made it to my destination without getting lost and on my targeted noon arrival time. I was met with hugs from cousin Deb who promptly showed me around the Village of the Smoky Hills Retreat Center. It was beautiful, peaceful, calming and quite secluded. It was perfect!
Others began to arrive including Mom, who along with me, was looking forward to our time together. This was the good!
About 6 p.m. Mom’s cell phone rings and it’s my home town hospital calling to say my older brother was being taken by ambulance to Essentia Health Hospital in Fargo, N.D. Larry hadn’t been feeling well for the last couple of weeks and had an appointment with his regular doctor. Light-headedness and shortness of breath had been bothering him and was that day too. His doctor requested a test which showed Larry’s PVCs were at a considerably elevated level. High enough that when coupled with our family’s heart history was a prescription for a ride to Fargo. WOW, what a change of events.
Through the course of the years, I have lost my maternal grandfather, paternal grandmother, father and almost lost my youngest brother to heart disease. While my grandma was in her late 80s I believe, my grandpa was only in his early 60s, my dad was 45 when he had his first heart attack and 70 when he died, and my youngest brother (Gary) was only 44. Gary is a walking miracle... So now you see the bad and stressful!
For now, Larry is showing no signs of any blockage in his heart, but there are still test results that we are waiting on. All we can do is be patient and hope if there is something going on, the doctors will figure it out.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself and know that God only gives us what He knows we can handle.
Thought for the week: You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. – William Blake