Another health scare and big decisions ahead

Girls work day at the house.

I am debating changing the name of my blog from Laura’s House Journey to Andy’s Health Journey. I was convinced that we were making progress. Last week my Dad began walking and was excited to get to the house. My Dad hates sitting still. He just can’t deal with it.

Monday night we worked on the house. Wednesday morning my Mom and Dad went to the homestead. They worked a little and also met with the person who is going to drill the well. We were starting to make progress again.

As my parents drove home my Dad started to have chest pains. They stopped at the post office and then decided to go get gas. The pains continued to get worse. Somehow my Mother managed to pocket dial me so I was on the phone hearing her continue to ask him what was wrong and pleading with him to tell her what was going on. Classic heart attack signs. He finally took a nitro which helped him. As they got home I was nearly screaming what is going on via the other end of the phone. They had no idea they had called me.

My Mom said that she had to go that they had just gotten home. I had barely hung up and I get a call back saying that the ambulance was on the way and I should come home as soon as possible. I rushed right home and got there just after the ambulance. I went with my Mom to Thayer Hospital in Waterville, before he was transferred to Togus in Augusta.

Three days in the hospital and they determined that he did not officially have a heart attack and that there was no heart damage. They found one issue that they were a bit concerned about, but he can’t have surgery on it as it is just a little over a month ago that he had his brain surgery. The doctors are more concerned about the brain healing than the heart at this point. They think that they can medicate the heart.

I remember crying, shaking and hugging my aunt when they were loading him in the ambulance asking her when this was all going to stop. My Dad feels blessed that they found that there was a problem before something worse happened.

I remember riding to Waterville with my Mother asking what God was trying to teach us. She said that it is easy to trust God and share what He’s doing in our life when things are going great. Our testimony has more of an impact when we trust him when things aren’t easy. This week, things weren’t easy.

My Dad was released from the hospital late Friday afternoon. He wanted to talk about the house. I wanted him to rest. He wanted to go to Lowe’s to look for appliances as they were having big Labor Day sales. We did and I found some amazing appliances and some amazing deals. I have a big decision to make before buying.

My Dad and his doctors want him to continue to be active, although he has many physical limitations. My Mom is determined that he can walk us through a lot of stuff that we need to do on the house. We actually worked a few hours on Saturday afternoon. My Mom, my nieces and I cut some pine and put it up in the loft.

I am really struggling if we should continue on the house this fall or wait until spring. I know that my Dad is going to be constantly thinking about it and I don’t want to add any stress to his life. My Mom thinks that he needs something to think about and that it is good for him to have something he enjoys to focus on. If I do decide to continue, can he really just direct the process and not do any work? It is a lot to think about, pray about and try to decide in the next week.

It’s been a tough summer. I am so thankful for the people that have been praying for my family all summer long. My family is blessed with some amazing family friends who have really been there for us this summer.

Laura Reed

About Laura Reed

After 15 years in college athletics, the last seven as an assistant athletics director, I was burned out with 70-hour work weeks and extensive travel. I resigned my position and accepted a position in marketing at a small, vibrant college in my hometown of Unity, Maine. In the process I wanted to go back to my childhood where we raised polled Herefords, had a Christmas Tree Farm and spent many hours outside. I decided I wanted to build my own home on beautiful farmland that my family owns. With help from my Dad, the most talented person I’ve ever met, we are building my home together. I have decided to blog my experience – the ups and downs, the joys and frustrations. What was once an open field will one day be my home! The dream in my head is becoming reality. I can just see the lambs frolicking in the field, chickens in the barnyard and going running with my Alaskan Malamute!