December 10, 2017 turned out to be the saddest day of my life. Around 8:30 am we received a phone call from my daughter's father in law, "please head to our house, there has been tragic accident". We had no idea what to expect but headed to
As we pulled into the neighborhood, we saw many police cars, a fire truck and an ambulance. We ran as fast as we could to the house, while running my husband asked the police officer what happened. His silence was numbing. Not a word. I knew it was bad.
I got into the house and saw my daughter holding her precious 8 month old baby George with her husband right next to her. Tears flowing down her face, whimpers coming out other mouth, I yelled what happened?
Sweet baby George had passed away. There are no words to describe that pain. Let alone watch your daughter suffer through the tears, screams and the why?
The very next we helped my daughter, her husband and our 2 year old granddaughter move into our house. As I returned from my only trip to her house to gather toys, clothes, and shoes, I felt a slight pain in my chest, like it was tight. I didn’t think much of it and just tried to stretch it out. This time it got little more intense and I was light headed. I told my husband I didn’t feel good and needed to go to our room to lie down. The pain, dizziness got worse. Much worse. I tried to calm myself down but I could not catch my breath and could not make the dizziness stop. I asked my husband to call our sister in law to see if she could bring her stethoscope over and listen for anything. We could not get a hold of her. At the same time, my dear friend Kerri stopped by to check in on me. Thank God she did! I asked her to call our school nurse to see if she could come and listen to my heart. Immediately my friend said we need to get to the hospital now!
On Monday December 11, 2017 I suffered from sudden cardiac arrest. I am so grateful for the emergency medical professionals who helped save my life.
I was told that I was diagnosed with a left bundle branch block, depressed ejection failure (EF), Long QT syndrome, and suffered from a Torsads episode. Within 3 hours of getting to the Hospital we were told I would need to have a pacemaker and defibrillator implanted immediately. On Wednesday the 13th of December I had the Surgery to implant the defibrillator. I left the hospital one day later just in time to attend my grandson’s memorial service.
There are no words to explain what happened that weekend, we lost our grandson and my life was saved. God works in mysterious ways and I hold close to my heart the memories of sweet George.