On Thursday afternoon, July 10, at 4:07 PM my life changed forever.
I was sitting at my computer desk, contemplating whether or not to go to Vacation Bible School to volunteer that night. Hubby-head had been in charge of the skits for VBS - playing a pirate, yarr - and due to a conflict with the Bible College class that night they'd postponed the Thursday skit until Friday... and I was a floating volunteer, not committed to any particular thing, so I thought maybe Hubby and I'd spend a quiet evening at home. Around 4, I'd shot him an IM with some kissy faces (yeah I know, ick) and was expecting to hear back from him pretty shortly that he was leaving for the afternoon and on his way home.
Instead, the phone rang at 4:07 PM. I checked my caller ID and the number wasn't familiar, so as was my practice I let it roll over to voice mail. I often get wrong numbers, marketing calls, or reminder calls for events I don't intend to attend, so I don't even always listen to my messages right away. That evening I did, thankfully.
The call was from Hubby-head's boss, informing me that he'd passed out at the office a little earlier and the ambulance was taking him to the closest hospital to be checked out, just to make sure. Didn't sound like a big deal - the biggest deal at that point was that he'd had the wrong number for me so he had to call hubby's mom to get my cell phone, and she was a bit worried by the call.
I closed out the computer programs I was in, told a couple of people online what was going on (they suggested maybe heatstroke), threw some shoes on, and grabbed my purse, driving toward the hospital about 20 miles from my house. I wasn't too worried, although about halfway to the hospital the ER docs had his friend who had gone with him to the ER call me so he could ask me some medical history questions. Did he have a history of serious drug use? (No, he smoked some pot years and years ago but nothing heavy and nothing recent.) Had he had a trauma recently, like a car accident or a bad fall? (No, he'd have told me if he had I'm sure.) Did he have any sort of medical history, either himself or his family, like heart disease or other serious illnesses? (Not for himself, and I wasn't sure of his family history.) Now I was starting to worry a bit... but I had no idea what was in store for me within a couple of hours.
When I arrived at the ER, Hubby was in for a CT scan, and when they brought him back to the exam room, he was clearly in distress - disoriented, agitated, and in pain. He was able to recognize me as his wife, but he wasn't acting like himself, and he didn't seem to comprehend that he was in the hospital and not at work still. He was very concerned because his legs felt like they were asleep, and he kept trying to get the nurses to let him up so he could walk it off. His arms were also bothering him, and he thrashed on the gurney quite a lot, gripping the sides, complaining about his arms and legs, and asking for help. I was a bit frantic by the sight of his condition, and kept stepping out of the room to make phone calls - to his mom, to my mom, to my pastor and some church friends to ask someone to come down to sit with me.
I kept stepping back in as I could to talk to him, I'd say "I love you sweetie" and he'd say "love you..." and then would be back to somewhat garbled requests for help. The last thing I remember him saying directly to me, leaning back to catch a breath and looking at my face, was "This sucks."
After that it was a whirlwind. The doctor pulled me aside and informed me that he had an aortic dissection, a catastrophic health event that was very likely to kill him. He had to be airlifted to another hospital for emergency surgery, thankfully one that was nearby. They told me that a very good vascular surgeon was standing by and by the time we arrived by car, he would likely be in surgery.
As it turns out, we drove up shortly after the helicopter landed, and as they wheeled him into the side door of the ER, the flight nurse pointed me out to him - "there's your wife" - and I saw him turn his head toward me. I waved and his friend Chris and I entered the main ER doors. That's the last time I saw him awake.
The first night was a long, drawn out exercise in waiting. His mother secured a flight out to Phoenix and a ride from the airport late in the evening. Our associate pastors came to sit with me, and our good friends / deacons / worship director. The vice president of his company stopped by to lend his support and give me his number to call him if I needed anything. I was a bit dazed, but comforted, and our little group had a fervent prayer meeting in the back corner of one of the waiting rooms while we awaited the results of his first surgery. If I'd known then that his surgery had a 90% mortality rate, I'd have been frantic. As it was, I waited patiently, and his mother arrived just in time to hear the surgeon's report that he was alive after very long open heart surgery where he had a metal pump and valve inserted, part of his aorta replaced, and a large amount of repair work done. They were not sure if he'd make it through the night, but our faith was strong.
His mom and I checked into a nearby hotel and went to get some sleep, planning to be back at the hospital in the morning after the ICU nurse shift change to see him again. I got about two hours of sleep, maybe. His mom got none. We had a small breakfast at the hotel, and arrived back at the hospital just as they were phoning me - he had to go back into surgery to remove some blood clots around his heart, his blood pressure was very low and they wanted to try to help it work better.
Two hours after they told me the surgery would be done, the surgeon came back out and informed us that he was back in ICU, they'd removed the blood clots and done a bypass of a coronary artery that was slightly clogged (early development of plaque, mean evil bacon was catching up with him)... and had discovered that part of his colon had died from a lack of sufficient blood flow, so they resected that section and hoped there wouldn't be too much damage from the toxicity in his system. His blood pressure and oxygen levels were very low, and they were concerned about the possibility of paralysis and brain damage. The first priority, though, was to get his vital signs stable.
I sent out text messages requesting prayer, and we sat and waited and occasionally went back to see him. His brother reported that Hubby had opened his eyes and tried to look at him when he touched him on the arm and talked to him. His nurses said his blood pressure increased when his family was talking to him.
Saturday morning we were asked to consent to put him on dialysis. The low blood flow had compromised his kidney function, and they needed to help his kidneys out for a while. By Saturday night, his vital signs were stable and his oxygen levels were good, with the support of a ventilator and some medications to raise his blood pressure. It was going to be a long waiting game, with little changes in his medications and his ventilator settings every day to see how well his body took over as they reduced the support. The docs did an EEG on Saturday night, because he'd been twitching a lot and they wanted to rule out seizure activity. The report back was that there was no evidence of seizures, thankfully, and they were able to measure some brain activity and his brain stem was functioning.
We ate a good dinner on Saturday, had a good night's sleep, and came back on Sunday morning, prepared again for another long day at the hospital. Around 10:00 the cardiac surgeon came out to talk to us, and started to try to prepare us for the worst. His prognosis was very poor. There was no chance he'd ever recover in any meaningful way, much less walk, sing, and all the other stuff he was known for. Another cardiac doc and the neurologist informed us that they'd looked at him again that morning and his pupils were dilated and non-responsive, they had taken him off of the paralytic drug and all of his pain medications and he was not responding to any stimuli. His brain scan now showed no activity, including brain stem activity. He wasn't in there anymore.
After an afternoon of prayer and tears, solemn discussions and a bit of levity from friends who had come to support us, his mother, brother and I finally made the decision that if he wasn't in there, we needed to let him go. If God was going to do a miracle for us, he could do it when we disconnected the life support... otherwise, my sweetheart, the love of my life, would not want to be kept alive on machines waiting for us to give up. I couldn't procrastinate this time.
We went back together to tell the nurses at 6:00. The doctor was in another ward at the time so we had to wait for him to arrive and at 6:45 they disconnected his dialysis machine followed by all of the drugs that supported his blood pressure and heart rate. They reconnected his pain medications. They were expecting his heart to fail quickly... but my hunny-bunny was strong and kept going, although is blood pressure dropped precipitously. They called in a technician to remove his ventilator at 6:58 PM... and his chest did not rise again. I'd seen him breathe his last breath. Still his heart kept beating, beating... for fifteen minutes. I went to the side of his bed and cried a while, and told him it was OK, we were as ready as we'd ever be to let him go, and if he wasn't in there anymore there was no sense making us wait around. At 7:15 PM on Sunday, July 13, his heart stopped, and my heart broke.
As a very wise and very much loved man once said, "This sucks."
Yeah baby... it really does.
Awful, awful news... God how I wish I could help you... may God's comfort and presence be made known to you, sustain you, and keep you...
I am so sorry.
Posted by: Rick | July 14, 2008 at 04:16 PM
D.
Your strength through this is absolutely amazing. I can't even begin to comprehend what it must have been like going through this. As I've said previously, don't hesitate to ask if there is anything I can do. Love you lots.
Posted by: Louis (Duce) | July 14, 2008 at 04:24 PM
Rick at Brutally Honest posted a link to your personal tragedy. My heart felt condolences and prayers to you and your family.
Your well written articulation of how tragic this was and is, touched my heart. Love transcends all and your love will sustain you. That and God's love.
My prayers are that the joy and love that you shared can with time overcome the pain of the immediate present.
God loves you. Seek his love and comfort. And wrap yourself in the love of a husband that has not been diminished by death and will always be with you.
Posted by: Locutisprime | July 14, 2008 at 06:27 PM
I have no words to express my feelings right now. Thank you for having the strength to share this dark time with us. I hope that the prayers and support of fellow bloggers will be of some comfort.
Posted by: Rodney Olsen | July 14, 2008 at 06:54 PM
Words cannot express how sorry we are to hear this tragic news! Our hearts go out to you and hold you up in prayer.
Deb & Tom Henderson
Posted by: Debra | July 14, 2008 at 08:04 PM
I am so sorry this horrible thing happened to you.
It's what we all fear happening.
I wish it hadn't happened to you guys.
Posted by: Dina | July 14, 2008 at 08:29 PM
Although words are truly insufficient to express a loss so great, the following lyrics have comforted me in the loss of Nicholas, my son:
May the angels welcome you to Paradise, may the martyrs greet you on
your way, may you see the face of the Lord this day, Alleluia, Alleluia.
Saints of God, come and lead you, to the Holy City, the new and eternal
Jerusalem, Alleluia, Alleluia.
They will all come out to meet you, in the kingdom of God, where Lazarus
is no longer poor, Alleluia, Alleluia.
I am the resurrection and life, they who put faith in me will have
eternal light and peace, Alleluia, Alleluia.
-- "This Day in New Jerusalem", by James Bessert
May Christ come and lead your beloved husband to the new and eternal Jerusalem.
Posted by: Pablo | July 14, 2008 at 08:40 PM
Oh, songstress. I am so so sorry. You are in my prayers.
Posted by: sarahk | July 14, 2008 at 08:55 PM
I'm so sorry for your loss, and will be in prayer for you.
Posted by: Shane Vander Hart | July 14, 2008 at 09:53 PM
Words are so inadequate right now. My heart goes out to you, and you are in my prayers. May God surround you with His love and comfort.
(I'm here from Rodney Olsen's blog.)
Posted by: Vicki | July 15, 2008 at 04:32 AM
I'm over from Rodney Olsen's blog...I'm so sorry. Words are never enough, I know, but my thoughts are with you and your family.
Posted by: Beth | July 15, 2008 at 04:50 AM
I am so sorry for your loss.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock | July 15, 2008 at 05:09 AM
My deepest and most sincere condolences on your loss. May God provide comfort to you and your families.
Posted by: Laddy | July 15, 2008 at 05:40 AM
I am so sorry about the loss of your love. I can't imagine how you must feel. May God bless you and your family.
Posted by: Linda | July 15, 2008 at 06:39 AM
I am so sorry to hear this for you.
Posted by: lauren | July 15, 2008 at 07:09 AM
Rick at Brutally Honest linked me here.
Words. Fail.
My prayers for strength and comfort at this horrible time.
Posted by: Anastasia | July 15, 2008 at 07:22 AM
SarahK linked... I'm sorry for your loss. He sounds like a great guy. I hope my Dad gets to show him around up there.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord...
Posted by: nightfly | July 15, 2008 at 07:44 AM
I am so sorry for your loss. I was a member of his mom's church for years. I will be praying continuously for you and your family. He was a wonderful musician and you could tell what a huge heart he had when he sang.
Posted by: Amanda | July 15, 2008 at 09:12 AM
SarahK linked ... my condolences.
Posted by: Cullen | July 15, 2008 at 09:49 AM
Saw SarahK's link and came over. I'm so sorry for your loss and will keep you in prayers.
Posted by: AmyL | July 15, 2008 at 12:46 PM
I came over from Rick's place (Brutally Honest.)
I hope my broken heart at hearing your story will somehow lighten the burden you and your loved ones are carrying.
May the all-sufficient grace of God and the Peace that passes understanding be yours through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Posted by: BroKen | July 15, 2008 at 02:59 PM
Wow.
Anything I try to say here just sounds really trite. You and your family are in my prayers, and if there's anything that I can do, just ask me.
Posted by: Warren | July 15, 2008 at 03:24 PM
I came over from Rodney Olsen's blog. I am so sorry to hear about your husband. I've never been through anything like this and hardly know what to say. But I do want you to know you have our heartfelt prayers that God will sustain you through all this. I pray he will give you peace that passeth all understanding.
Posted by: Barb | July 15, 2008 at 03:42 PM
Dear Songstress, May God comfort you and surround you with love and the blessed assurance that your beloved is in the arms of the Beloved Lord. Your writing painted the details from your heart to ours. I weep with you. And pray for you. from my soul's deepest love, linda in PA
Posted by: LS from PA | July 15, 2008 at 04:56 PM
weeping and asking God to hold you and surround you with all his grace, mercy and hope in the knowledge that you will be with your HubbyHead again in heaven
Posted by: Karen of Scottsdale | July 15, 2008 at 08:06 PM
Denni, none of my words would ever be able to express my heart felt sorrow...I pray with each passing day God will continue to give you strength to make it through this, may God cover you with his love and peace during this time. Amen. Jason was seriously one of my best guy friends and I will miss him dearly. I will ALWAYS be here for you babe! Whatever you need I'm a phone call away. I love you so much!!
Posted by: Vanessa 4rm Drcc | July 16, 2008 at 03:49 AM
Denni,
We were so sorry to hear of your loss. You and your family are in our prayers.
Paul & Angela
Posted by: Paul & Angela Sanmarco | July 16, 2008 at 08:29 AM
Denny,
I am sorry to hear what happened. Jason was first rate, an all-around good-guy. He was the perfect match for you. And a good friend to me.
We will keep you in our prayers.
Posted by: Chris Gonzalez | July 16, 2008 at 11:05 AM
I was lucky enough to have worked with Jason at GoldMine, years ago, and shared a cubicle with him (see linked photo) for a time.
He was one of the most genuinely nice guys I've ever met. Despite distances, I've enjoyed his friendship, insight and sense of humor all these years via instant messenger and on my infrequent trips to Phoenix.
I can't believe he's gone like this. He was one of the good ones.
Posted by: Doug in L.A. | July 16, 2008 at 11:53 AM
I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Posted by: Diana | July 16, 2008 at 07:58 PM
I love you so much, Denni. And I loved Jason. You are family to me, and I am so sorry that I can't be there with you in this time. Please know that we are praying for you and crying with you and rejoicing with you for the love you shared with your "Hunny-Bunny". Love you and miss you....
Posted by: Christi | July 16, 2008 at 08:10 PM
Hello, I wanted to tell you how truly sad I am for your loss. I went to HS with your hubby. I am greatful to have known him as my friend. I hope God grants you peace and comforts you in your time of sorrow and pain. He will be missed by many.
Posted by: Cindy Hayes | July 16, 2008 at 09:27 PM
I came from Rodney Olsen's blog as well.
I admire your strength, I hope you can keep it. I wish you all the very, very best. Hope your broken heart can heal a bit.
Posted by: Iris | July 16, 2008 at 10:33 PM
George Grund told me about what happened and gave me the link to what you wrote. I am sooo sorry. I went through something lioke this when I was 13 with my father and I can't tell you how sorry I am for your loss.
I wish you all the peace and love in the world and just know that your friends and family are there for you.
Posted by: Deane - Friend of George | July 17, 2008 at 08:01 AM
I am so so sorry for your loss. Keep God close, he will carry you through this. Jason will be waiting for you with open arms.
Posted by: Frances | July 17, 2008 at 08:12 AM
Wow. I heard about this from Warren Kelly's blog (View from the Pew) and I am so, so sorry. Anything I say will sound trite. Wow, I'm so sorry.
My wife and I will be praying for you, that God gives you strength for today and hope for tomorrow. Again, I'm so sorry.
Posted by: Daniel (Syracuse, NY) | July 17, 2008 at 05:02 PM
I saw comment about this blog at Rodney Olsen's site and I'm reading this waiting for my husband to come home. He's late and he doesn't answer my SMS message to him. Naturally I'm worried. But I keep thinking someone would call me if something's happened and perhaps he's left his phone at work. I hope so. So sorry to hear of your loss and I pray you have lots of family and friends to stay around you - even as the weeks past. I do know what it's like to lose someone close to you. Bless you.
Posted by: Kathie M. Thomas | July 18, 2008 at 06:47 AM
I worked with Jason and Josh at GoldMine, right before he moved out to AZ. I feel almost too awful to type this note, but let me assure you that Jason will not be forgotten in the GoldMine community.
Posted by: Shaun McGough | July 18, 2008 at 08:31 AM
I am Sarah's (from Mountaineer Musings) Aunt Wanda. I am so very sorry for your loss. I will keep you in my prayers, along with the rest of your family through this very difficult time. I sounds like you and your husband have a great faith. May that keep you strong, and lift you up in the days and weeks to come. May God bless you and keep you strong in the faith.
Posted by: Aunt Wanda | July 18, 2008 at 08:47 AM
I followed a link from SarahK's blog. I am so very sorry for your loss. This song really helped me in a trying time in my life. I offer it to you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ji2rLXr3cEU
May the Peace of Christ remain with you during this time. You are in our prayers.
-- Tim
Posted by: Tim | July 18, 2008 at 11:51 PM
I am so, so sorry to hear of your loss. Thank you for having the strength to share your story with us.
I am thankful you are surrounded such warm and loving family & friends. I hope their presence is some comfort to you.
Posted by: Vox | July 21, 2008 at 08:58 PM
The last words My Love said to me were "I can't believe this".
We fought cancer for the better part of a year.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Posted by: _Jon | July 22, 2008 at 09:44 AM
D. In my life I have been blessed by wonderful friends and a loving family. J has always had a place in my heart as both. Whether we were singing, gaming, working or goofing around; he always brightened the area with his cheerful smile and loving heart. I grieve with you, your family and his, as well as your church while being comforted that he has been carried across the Jordon into the open arms of our Lord and Savior. I am sure Jesus has already told him, "Well done my good and faithful servant".
Posted by: George Grund IV | July 22, 2008 at 07:31 PM
Dear Denni,
I worked with Jason at GoldMine and didn't know him very well, but I want to express my sympathy and thoughts are with you and your family.
May you find comfort in the memories and peace knowing he is always with you. Take good care.
Posted by: Jennifer | July 24, 2008 at 04:47 PM
Songstress7, you are in my prayers. The only connection we have is that we are both long time friends of the Thinklings but that is a great connection.
May the Lord be with you.
bif
Posted by: Brian in Fresno | August 13, 2008 at 11:02 AM
I am here from Thinklings. I am so sorry. I am thankful that you were with him.
Posted by: Ellen | August 13, 2008 at 12:13 PM
I came here through the Thinklings blog.
I am so sorry -- that you have to experience this loss, that so many of your hubby's loved ones will also have to experience this loss, and that sin and death ever came into this world to begin with. But I rejoice in his homecoming and reunion with his savior, and look forward to meeting both of you in the presence of God someday.
You are in my prayers.
Posted by: Jenny in Los Angeles | August 13, 2008 at 05:05 PM
I came over from the Thinklings sight. I am sitting at work, trying not to cry -- thinking how I would have felt or reacted if that had been my wife. Anything else would sound ridiculous and we Christians love to say ridiculous things at a time like this. I won't do that.
Peace--John
Posted by: JOHN | August 16, 2008 at 02:07 PM
I am deeply sorry for your loss. I knew and worked with Jason back at Goldmine. A great man he was, I know he was loved and will be missed by all.
Posted by: Troy Robinson | August 28, 2008 at 01:46 PM
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Posted by: ben 10 oyunları | May 27, 2010 at 08:44 AM
This is the first time I read this. I had no idea. I am so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine. Two years later, you've had a blink of time to begin healing--praying for God to keep soothing your heart and strengthen you for the life ahead.
Posted by: Literary_mom | July 16, 2010 at 09:24 PM