Answered Prayers

Too, too much has happened in the month since I last shared my thoughts with you. I had been on a wonderful vacation to Florida with my husband, daughter and in-laws. We had laughed and drank, and done all those things that families do when they enjoy each other's company. Too soon it was all over and we returned home. I was rushing to get my house in order before the start of a new school year when the unthinkable happened.

I had been home engaged in my household chores. My daughter, still flying high from her vacation, was upstairs with a friend, still desperately clinging to summer vacation. As I chatted on the phone with my brother, out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband as he made his way past our house and down the alley. Moments later he appeared again. I thought it odd that he looked so disheveled. He normally went to the gym and showered after playing tennis, and here he was, standing before me , a wrinkled towel half covering his mouth, his eyes partly closed. "I feel sick," he muttered, and I saw that it was taking great effort for him to remain standing. "We're going to the hospital right now!", I said very calmly, even though my insides had begun to quiver. And so began the unreal reality that comes with unexpected events such as heart attacks and car accidents.

Then came the news of a second heart attack, the hours waiting in the critical care unit, the calling of his family and the bedside vigil that lasted seven days. During that time, we prayed the rosary and read the Bible, and on the third night as I watched the monitor record his heartbeat at thirty seven, I was almost sure that I would never take him home. It was then that I began to bargain with God, as all people who find themselves in situations where they have no control. God holds all the cards, and you pray that he will allow you a chance to win one more hand. And so in desperation, I promised that I would forgive all those who had wronged me, I would forgive myself for things I did and things I had neglected to do. Most of all, I would forgive me mother. I didn't know how I would do it, but I would, for another chance for us to be a family, for another chance to kiss his lips, for another chance to nestle close to him at night. I would do all this and then some.

Four days later, with a defibrillator implanted just above his heart, I took my husband home. I have not yet stopped thanking God, but I am still working on the forgiveness part.

Still here.