BACK
FROM THE BRINK
As many
of you have heard, two weeks ago, I suffered a massive heart attack. With so much heart damage, blocked arteries,
etc., things did not look good. A priest
gave me the last rites and the family stood watch not knowing which way things
would go that Sunday and into Monday.
Then, gradually I got better and now two weeks later I am home and
working on a recovery program.
The main
reason I am writing this – besides letting people know first-hand how I am
doing – is to share my takeaways from this experience in case it may be helpful
to others going through the same experience.
First and
foremost, I am deeply grateful to get another chance at life, that most
precious of gifts which we all tend to take for granted until it is deeply threatened. One of the nurses in the cardiac care unit,
knowing what I had been through, put it best when she said: “God clearly has
something more for this patient to do.”
I believe that and I want to spend a lot of more time listening and
paying attention to what God has in mind.
Secondly,
I got a renewed appreciation of the incredible family I have – my wonderful
wife of 45 years, Brigitte, and my sons, John and Andrew. The love and care they showed me, and one
another, during these past two weeks was extraordinary. I hope never to take them or family for
granted again.
Next, my
relatives, friends, and former colleagues.
The outpouring of genuine love and concern was deeply touching and
humbling, reminding me again of how lucky I have been over the years to have
such quality people grace my life. There
were so many visitors that at one point a nurse asked my wife: “Is this guy a Senator or something?” In addition to the visitors, many people sent
messages expressing their concern and offering prayers and best wishes. In
particular, I want to mention my Jesuit colleagues – current and former Jesuits
– whose bonds of friendship were forged more than a half century ago and still
remain as strong as ever. The same is
true for some of my former colleagues at the FAA. It was a deeply satisfying reminder that in
this throwaway society some good things really do last.
Last but certainly not least, I have gained a
deeper appreciation of health care providers – doctors, nurses, and
technicians. The care I received at Fairfax
Inova Hospital – a mere seven minutes from home – was nothing short of
extraordinary. A special tip of the hat
to the nurses who do the dirty work and provide the unheralded but critical care
for patients around the clock. I can say
unequivocally, without the slightest bit of hesitation, that Nurse Ratchett is
dead. Or at least she would never make
it at Fairfax Inova Hospital.
My
hospital experience also deepened my conviction of the need for a universal
health care system. It saddens me to
think that the kind of care I received is out of the question and out of reach for so
many of my fellow .Americans. They have
no choice but to die. That’s deeply
wrong and this country must so something to correct that injustice. I intend to do what I can as a private
citizen to help promote that cause.
Finally,
to so many of you out there on Facebook and other social media who sent best
wishes and prayers, I can’t thank you enough.
I would like to acknowledge each one of you personally, but as I am sure
you understand that is not possible.
So, to
sum up, what is my overriding takeaway from this experience? I’d say all in all it was a really good
couple of weeks.
Jerry