Tomorrow will mark the sixth anniversary of my beloved husband Larry’s heart attack. It has become a yearly ritual to write a short post, remembering how I almost lost him. Yes, I admit to being a little superstitious about keeping up the custom.
You can read my first post after his MI here.
Larry came through with no damage to his heart, thanks to all those professionals who cared for him. We remember his cardiac team and their leader, Dr. Prasad, at UCSD Medical Center. We are forever grateful to the team of paramedics and firefighters from our neighborhood Station 8. Station 8 had Larry in the Cardiac Catheter Unit within 42 minutes after my 911 call. These are fine people, people you never forget, whose job it is to routinely save lives every day of their service.
Both Larry and I continue to enjoy good health and are forever grateful and appreciative of the beautiful life we have shared for the past twenty years. The past six, however, have been the most appreciated and meaningful.
Saturday will mean a walk down to Station 8, with a note and a Starbucks gift card, maybe a lunch out, nothing fancy. But so precious. Six rich years!
Hug your loved ones and hold them close.