The Mystery Woman just spent four days in the hospital. She’s home. She’s fine. Needed a stent in her heart. Caught it early. Minimal damage. Her other veins and vital signs are good.
During the same four-day period, her 88-year-old mother needed to see the doctor about dizziness and a possible obstruction in her esophagus. She’s also home and also fine.
Sometimes, even the mini Dachshund went along for the ride. The sharpies among you have already deduced that I was the designated driver.
We’ve spent a lot of time at hospitals this season. Twice this winter, I danced with the angels as the docs struggled to re-attach a recalcitrant wire from my Pacemaker to my heart. But the Mystery Woman has been healthy ever since beating breast cancer 15 years ago. She was out of place as a patient. She’s the strong one.
Hospitals are where patients go for help. A nice blend of technology and tenderness await us there. However, I had forgotten on how tough hospitals are on bystanders. It’s high stress for those of us who just stand and wait. She handled the crisis much better than I did. Thankfully, she didn't catch me crying. And when they jabbed her with needles, I always went around the corner to faint.
Here’s the good news. The Mystery Woman got her heart repaired on Valentine’s Day. Couldn’t ask for better symbolism. And we couldn’t ask for better results.
Happy Valentine's everybody.