Heart Attack- Thank you

As I have gone thru the process of writing my story it occurred to me there were a lot of people that need to be thanked. First, let me say thank you to all of the people that help me survive this ordeal.

I know that many of them will never receive my thanks as I don’t know who they are by name, but nevertheless I am grateful for what they did to help save my life. I would like to say thanks to the paramedics that were the first to show up, to the ER people that attended to me, all of the technicians and support personnel.  Very often people do not realize how important they are to the outcome of a particular situation. I survived in no small part because people I don’t know did their jobs well and contributed to my survival. I would also like to thank all of the doctors that did their part to keep me alive. The cardiologist, heart surgeon, infectious disease specialist, general surgeon Pulmonologist, Nephrologists general practitioner the gastroenterologist to my primary physician . They were all instrumental in helping me to survive this crisis. I would also like to thank the nurses that took care of me. Without them how does one deal with this?  

    I would especially like to thank all of the people that prayed for me. I believe that more than anyone else those that prayed for me were responsible for my survival and recovery. My doctors and nurses were great, but their knowledge and ability were limited. The only reason I am here today is because people prayed for me, God heard them and he healed me. I know many people do not believe in prayer; they think it is wasted breath, but really it is the only thing that you can always count on. I want to thank the people that prayed for me at church, that pray for me in Miami, in Washington state, in New York, in Korea, in Massachusetts, in Georgia, in Puerto Rico, in Connecticut, in Alabama and in North Carolina. I want to thank the people that prayed for me that I didn't know were praying for me.  

    I would like to thank my family: my kids, my siblings, my nieces and their spouses.

I would like to thank all of the people that helped out financially during this time. I haven't mentioned that aspect of this, but that's another story for another time. Suffice it to say it was more than I ever expected to spend on anything in my entire life. So for everyone that helped, thank you. I want to thank my wife - she was the one that really saved me. She was there to make sure I did not fall through the cracks of the medical system. She was the one that showed shrewdness knowing when to speak and when not to, when to question and when not to. She was the one that was with me all though this. She fed me, prayed for me, cried for me. She's the one that I help to change my colostomy bag. She's the one that fought with the insurance people when it became necessary. She was the one that made sure I was taking my medications. She was the one that suffered with me through this crisis. She did so much more than I thought I would ever need. She's my hero.  She did not quit on me. She was wonderful throughout the entire ordeal. She loved me in action, not just in words, she did more for me than I know anyone else would have.

Most importantly I want to thank God. My wife was speaking to a visitor while I was unconscious she said, “I know God can heal him, but I don't know if he will.” I had a heart attack, I could have died. I had heart bypass surgery, I could have died. I had internal bleeding, I could have died. I had  kidney failure, I could have died. My blood pressure almost disappeared, I could have died. I had high potassium levels, I could have died. I had another heart attack, I could have died. I had dead intestines that erupted, I could have died. However, I'm here.

It is not by luck, it is not because the doctors were so great. Yes, the doctors did a great job, but not one of them by themselves can claim saving my life although they all played their part. They were all part of what I needed to survive, but when they reached the end of their abilities there was God. He was the one who ultimately decided that I was going to live. He is the one that was with me in my darkest hour; nay, he has always been with me. He’s the one that raised my blood pressure, he’s the one that kept my heart going after the bypass. He’s the one the started my kidneys after they failed. He's the one that kept me alive when my intestines erupted. He's the one who restored my mental abilities. He's the one that made it possible for me to write. He’s been with me every hour, every second of this ordeal. He's been with me when even I wasn't there. He has been my rock and fortress. He has assured me that regardless of the outcome, he will always be with me. He's my saviour for this life and the one that is to come.

And I want to thank him for the opportunity to serve him once again in this life. I was saved by him before the heart attack and  I was saved again during the heart attack. I thank him for saving my life because regardless of the outcome, life or death, I will be with him. I thank him because in the alone moments he was with me. He comforted me when I was worried, he gave me peace when there should have been fear. He provided me with hope. He brought the right people at the right time. He sustained me in my darkest hours he kept me safe in the most dangerous places. He restored me. He loved me at my most helpless. He is my God and I love him. 

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