Well, this is the end... of last week.
But where do I start?
Last Monday... just before bed... a normal day turned into something
If you know me at all, you know I am quite versed in all things medical,
at least as relating to my DH.
All of a sudden my poor man was in agonizing pain and it wasn't but a heartbeat
after I saw that his leg was completely white that I called 911.
They came, and scooped him up and took him to ER.
One of my son's joined me for the trip and we arrived at the hospital
DH had a blood clot that was blocking his artery to his leg.
I never imagined what that meant.
NEVER would I have thought I would hear:
"if plan A doesn't work, we will have to amputate your leg".
Are you kidding me?
Instead of a rock and a hard place it was a clot and a hard place.
I am so very happy to share that plan A worked.
(even though a return to plan B was in effect until X hours after the surgery)
So the week went by... and by the weekend I was bringing that brave man home!
The photo above was of some much needed retail therapy...
I am thinking of it as my shot in the arm.
I'm sure you would understand.