I've not even posted since my husband's sickness, so I apologize. Bill had a heart attack in July and open heart surgery in December. It's been a long process as he recuperates. But, he is getting stronger each day and making great strides. At least he's back at work part-time and feels more like himself than he's felt in a long time. I am so thankful for God's hand of protection over both of us. We have both been humbled by this experience.
I've learned a lot about myself during this process. I've found that I'm not nearly as patient as I thought I was. As God began to mold and stretch me, it seems that things came out that I really would rather not admit. I remember thinking one night, "If he calls my name one more time I am going to cry!" He was so uncomfortable that he needed help throughout the night. Sometimes I was needed to readjust a pillow or put a pillow under his feet. Other times he needed help getting up or going to the bathroom. The first week was tough! I learned that I get very irritable without sleep. But, God was gracious and helped me hold my tongue and keep from snapping, "I need my sleep!" Bill certainly didn't ask for all of this to happen and he was in much more pain than I could ever imagine. Me being sleep deprived was nothing compared to having a sternum cut in two and then sewn back up again. So I would pray, "Father, give me patience. Help me be nice!" God answered my prayer. "Thank you, Father!"
It would be nice to say that I was the perfect wife through this whole process. I know that Bill sensed my exasperation and weariness at times. But, he understood and was very appreciative of my support. He would say such sweet things like, "What would I do without a Judy?"
