Helps in Crisis

One of the questions I’ve received the most during the last month and a half has been, “How can I help?” In an effort to cast a broad thank you and to provide some ideas for others – and for myself –  for the next time a crisis hits anyone we know, I want to share some of the things people have done to bless us that have been most helpful.

  • Being a first responder when the crisis hit. This one may seem obvious, but it may truly have made the difference between Matt’s life and death. His cousin Mechell and her husband came out of their room and over to ours when I made a random call for help in the hotel hallway, and she performed CPR. Matt’s mom came immediately and took over care for our kids when I left in the ambulance. His aunts and uncle met me at the hospital soon after we arrived in the ambulance. You never know when it might be helpful to be trained in CPR. And I want to be a person who, in an emergency, can be counted on to come right away.
  • People sitting with me at the hospital in those first hours and days. It was encouraging not to be alone during those uncertain times.
  • Friends with medical backgrounds offering information and answering my questions. Of course Matt’s doctors and nurses were helpful, but it was reassuring to have counsel from people we already knew and trusted.
  • Close friends and family offering to come out to New York, and, once home, to Missouri to be with us and help however needed. It was great to know I had some options for company and childcare, as needed, and it ended up being super helpful to have some extra people come for a few days, both in New York and once we were back in Missouri.


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  • People handing me cash. Obviously we incurred some unexpected expenses, and it was helpful to have others carrying that burden with us. Additionally, I don’t know if this is true universally, but at the hospitals at which we spent time, the cafeterias didn’t accept credit cards, and I’d incur $5 in fees each time I used the ATM. Having additional cash on hand, especially in those hospital days, was helpful.
  • Sending encouraging text messages and e-mails, especially those filled with Scripture and prayers – and not being offended if I didn’t respond right away (or at all). It was so encouraging knowing others were standing with us in prayer and “hearing” their prayers specifically. And in text message and e-mail form, I could read them and respond whenever I had free moments. I wasn’t always able to respond right away – or even keep track of whether I’d responded or not and whether I needed to come back and reply – but I was always encouraged by those messages.
  • Quick responses to my SOS texts and calls when I was feeling overwhelmed or had questions. There were a couple times during Matt’s hospital stay when I felt especially anxious or discouraged and reached out to friends and family, and their immediate responses were so encouraging to me.
  • Offering to visit but understanding when we said “no.” While it was so encouraging to me to have others with me during so many of the initial hours in the hospital, once Matt woke up, he was tired and sore and needed time to take in the reality of what had happened to him, and we needed some time together just the two of us. We needed the space to make our own decisions about what would be helpful in those days, and that sometimes meant saying “no” to people we would have loved to have seen in other circumstances.


  • Bringing food to me in the hospital. Sometimes hospital food gets old, and it was such a blessing that as I was figuring out cafeteria schedules and as we spent an entire weekend with the specials being hamburger and cheeseburger, people would offer to bring me outside food.
  • Childcare and transportation in NY. People took care of our kids, brought them to me in the hospital, reassured them in their sadness, soothed them back to sleep when they woke in the night, took them on adventures, and generally loved them.



  • Coming out to NY to help us drive home (and people contributing to our church’s fellowship fund in order to make that possible). With Matt prohibited from driving and with limited energy to interact with our kids, there’s no way we could have made the drive back ourselves.


  • Cleaning our house and stocking it with groceries for us upon our return. When we left, our house looked fairly disastrous, as we’d had less than 24 hours to prepare for travel. When we returned, it was clean. The laundry had been done. The dishes had been taken care of. Friends also brought us fresh groceries to get us through the first days home until I could get to the grocery store. Life in those first few days was so chaotic that it was a relief not to have to address all of that.
  • Bringing us meals when we got home, especially those that conformed well to our new diet. We had a lot of doctor appointments initially, and Matt was still wiped out, and it was so helpful for me not to have to prepare a meal every single night. It was especially helpful when people took into account our new diet and prepared meals accordingly, bringing meals low in sodium and cholesterol, filled with nutritious vegetables and whole grains, and/or accompanied by copious amounts of fruit.
  • Being available for random things – like fixing our kitchen sink faucet. Just before we’d left town, Matt and I chose a new faucet for our kitchen sink, as the old one was falling apart, and Matt had planned to install it soon thereafter but obviously was prevented from doing so. A friend from our missional community group came over and took care of it for us.
  • Sending snail mail cards. Mail – and knowing others love you and are thinking of you – is always encouraging!


  • Sending small gifts for our kidsIt was great for them to have some new entertainment for the drive home from New York and once we arrived back in Missouri.
  • Childcare help once we were back in Missouri. Now that we’re home, life is increasingly approaching a new normal, but Matt’s capacity is still diminished, and he also has a number of appointments he wouldn’t usually have, meaning my time to take care of things like paying bills, making meal plans and grocery lists, and responding to e-mails, not to mention sorting through medical bills, has been limited. Several friends have taken my kids for walks or come over for a couple hours and entertained them, and that’s been tremendously helpful.
  • Allowing me to be honest regarding offers to help. Some things really are helpful for us, and others aren’t. For example, some of my co-workers offered to send some take-out meals from local restaurants…but so much carry-out food is filled with everything we’re trying to avoid in our diet right now, and it just wouldn’t be helpful for us to have an abundance of that at this time…but the gift cards to the local vegetarian restaurant and grocery stores with good selections of healthy foods that they ended up sending? Those have been super helpful!
  • Recognizing that even after the immediate crisis has passed, everything is still in flux. We’re not back to “normal,” and we never will be back to the “normal” in which we lived before Matt’s heart attack. His energy level is still low. We’re adjusting our diet fairly radically. Time for Matt to exercise is no longer an optional part of our schedule. Even though we’re 6 weeks post-heart-attack, it has been really helpful still to be receiving a few offers for help with childcare or meals or other practical things, as well as e-mails and texts from people who continue to check in to ask how we’re doing.

For everyone who has done anything on this list – and there are SO many of you – thank you. We wouldn’t be recovering so well without you. I pray that all of our crises are few and far between, but next time one hits anyone in our circle, I hope that I can put some of these helps into action and be as much of a blessing to others as people have been to us in these last weeks. Thank you.

the heart attack (part four: New York)

You can check out parts one, two, and three of our heart attack saga if you haven’t already.

The next morning, Saturday, Danny and Sharon came back to the hospital, and then Danny stayed with Matt while Sharon and I went back to the hotel for me to shower, which felt wonderful! The cardiologist – of course – came to see Matt while I was gone, but Danny called and put me on speaker phone so I could be part of the conversation. They didn’t really discuss much…except that Matt still didn’t remember his heart cath or the “before” and “after” pictures I’d shown him multiple times, so the cardiologist sweetly discussed them with him.

It wasn’t long after we got back that the nurse told us they were going to transition him to the regular floor – they needed his bed in the CTICU, and he was doing well enough to be moved. It took a while to get moved and settled in the new room, but one of the bonuses of that was that it would be easy for the kids to come see Matt! The policy in the CTICU had been no visitors under the age of 16, though one of Matt’s nurses told me that it was really my call, but when he was unconscious and intubated, I really didn’t think it would be a good idea for them to come back and see him. Once he was just on oxygen, though, it was a much better situation. Matt’s mom and step-dad brought the kids out that day, and Danny and Sharon took them to Chuck E Cheese for the afternoon, and Matt’s mom and step-dad, as well as Matt’s cousin Chris and his wife Julie, were able to come and visit that afternoon. Matt was beginning to get a little bit more lucid, though his short-term memory was still lacking, and he was still very tired.

And after the Chuck E Cheese trip, Danny and Sharon brought the kids up to see Matt and me – it was always such a relief to see them, to get to nurse and snuggle Atticus, to get to talk with the girls and see how they were doing. Then Matt’s mom and step-dad took them home for the night, and Danny and Sharon and Matt and I hung out. It was good to have their company for those hospital hours. Being able to enjoy fun conversation and laugh was a blessing in the midst of all the drama.


We were able to find a recliner for me to have in that room, so again, I was able to spend the night right with Matt. That was definitely helpful, because while he’d had a 1:1 ratio with his nurse in the ICU, the nurses on the main floor were stretched much thinner. A nurse or a tech usually came reasonably quickly when we’d push the call button, but Matt didn’t always remember that he still needed help to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom or that he needed to take his oxygen with him, and I was able to remind him of those things and help him with whatever he needed – most of the time. Early that morning while I was asleep, apparently his oxygen was bothering him, so he took it off, and his oxygen saturation level dropped to 68 (it’s supposed to be at least 92)!

They did a chest x-ray later that morning and confirmed that he had in fact developed full blown pneumonia, which meant that even though cardiology was saying he looked really good, the pneumonia would keep him in the hospital for another few days, potentially another week. Both of us were really hoping it wouldn’t be as long as a week – hospital life was getting pretty old. And while Danny and Sharon were able to stop by and visit again that morning, they needed to head back to Washington, D.C. to be at work Monday morning. We talked about having my mom or someone come out, but knowing that he might be discharged within a few days, and we’d probably need some help when we got home, we thought it might be better to wait and have her come to Missouri once we got home.

Stacey was able to come and visit again Sunday afternoon, and it was good to see her again and for her to get to see Matt feeling somewhat better than on Friday. And Matt’s cousin Chris and his wife Julie and their little guy stopped by for a while, too. Matt was still very tired, though, and was both encouraged and exhausted by visitors, so he actually fell asleep while they were there.

On Monday the electrophysiologist stopped by and talked with us and said they were going to discharge Matt with the life vest (the wearable defibrillator), just as a precaution, but given that Matt had stayed in a normal sinus rhythm the entire time he was in the hospital, he did not think it super likely that his cardiac issues were primarily electrical in nature. And the cardiology people were still saying he looked good. He was still on quite a bit of oxygen, though, because of his pneumonia, but respiratory started to wean him down.

And with his move to the main floor, Matt had started getting visits from PT and OT. I was really impressed by how they handled everything – their goal was to make sure Matt had all the resources he’d need in order to transition home once he was discharged, so they talked with us fairly extensively about what the set-up would be at Matt’s mom’s house and then at the place we’d stay between New York and Missouri and then once home to make sure that he’d be able to use the bathroom, do as many stairs as he’d need to be able to do, etc.

That afternoon Matt’s mom and step-dad brought our kids for another visit, and while Matt did PT, we went down to the cafeteria and had lunch, and then we colored and played in the room. It was at that visit that we really started to see the strain all of this was having on our kids. Not only had they witnessed Matt’s heart attack, but they were now unexpectedly separated from us for what was feeling like quite a long time to them. I really felt like I still needed to be with Matt, but it was really hard for me to send them back to his mom’s that evening when they left. Matt was frustrated that he still needed to be in the hospital, and I was torn and feeling pulled in every direction.



We were both restless. It was hard, knowing that Matt still really needed to be in the hospital, but our kids also really needed us to get back to them as soon as we reasonably could. On Tuesday we started pressing people for more discharge info. It seemed like the major barriers to discharge were getting Matt onto all oral meds instead of IV meds and getting him down to breathing room air instead of needing extra oxygen, so with each team that came in, we pushed to move toward those things.

And we agreed that he was doing well enough that I should go back and spend the night with the kids that night. It was so hard leaving him – I liked being able to take care of him and being there to ask questions and make sure we understood everything, and of course I enjoy spending time with him. And Matt was pretty sad being on his own. Fortunately our missional community group from church meets on Tuesday nights, so they were able to FaceTime with him and pray for him, and my mom called and read Harry Potter to him for a while, and his mom had brought him some art supplies, so he was able to stay pretty occupied.

And all of our kids were emotional and needed us to be with them as soon as we could, so it was good for me to be back with them. It was good to snuggle into bed with the girls and read to them. And it was good to hold Atticus as he settled down to sleep. I really felt for my sweet kiddos and was glad we were moving toward all being together again as a family.

The next morning I headed back to Utica to be with Matt in the hospital, though. It was hard to leave the kids that morning, but I was glad I got there when I did, because cardiology had visited Matt just before I arrived, and I had more questions for them, and I was able to catch the cardiology PA in the hall. Matt’s forearm had gotten swollen, and they’d done an ultrasound the day before and discovered a clot, so they’d started him on an additional blood thinner, but no one seemed very concerned, and I was able to ask questions to understand more about that.

Other than that, though, we were really just waiting for the different doctors to visit and approve a discharge. Everyone except Matt’s hospitalist/pulmonologist, who was his admitting doctor, had signed off by about 2:00 p.m., and we were just waiting for him to come, so we could talk with him. Sunday and Monday he’d woken us up, coming early in the morning. Tuesday he’d come around 4:30, and Wednesday it got to be 5:00 and then 6:00, and he still hadn’t come. Everyone was pretty optimistic that he’d sign off on discharge, though – cardiology had been fine with it for days, and we’d gotten Matt onto oral antibiotics and breathing room air, and there didn’t seem to be any reason for us to be in the hospital. We went ahead and ate dinner, and we packed up all our stuff, and I even took a load of things out to the car and moved the car closer so we’d be able to get Matt out to it when we did leave. As it approached 7:30 and then 8:00, I started to get nervous – I’d stayed, thinking Matt would be discharged, but now it was getting to be bedtime, and I wasn’t back with the kids, and I didn’t want to leave, because Matt would likely be discharged at any moment, but I had also told the kids I’d be back that night, and I knew they’d be getting anxious.

At one point Matt’s night nurse came in and said something about how we shouldn’t get our hopes up, because he might not be discharged that night, and I got somewhat emotional. I told her that we’d met every goal everyone had had for his discharge, and our kids were little and had been through a week of trauma, and we needed to go. And I understood that it’s not our call, but we wanted to do everything we could to make it happen, and everyone all day had been saying that they expected it to happen that day. The remainder of the conversation I had with her was the only time I ever felt patronized during our entire hospital experience – she clearly thought I was being overly emotional. Ultimately, though, she agreed to have the charge nurse find out if there was even anyone in the hospital that night who could remove a PICC line (thankfully there was), and they called the doctor again.

Finally around 8:30 the doctor came. He said that we could stay another night and do a sleep study to see if Matt had sleep apnea, but neither of us saw much reason to do that right at that moment – if Matt’s doctors back home thought it was warranted, we could do it there, but why spend another night in the hospital in these circumstances? Then he said we could go if we wanted to go. Hallelujah! YES, we wanted to go!

It still took a while – Matt’s PICC line had to be removed, all the discharge paperwork had to be done, they had to give us all of Matt’s prescriptions, etc. However, we got to leave! We were both thrilled.

It was a bit of a harrowing drive back to Matt’s parents’ house – an hour through darkness and fog on unfamiliar roads – but we made it 🙂 We got to see our kids, rest, and actually go to bed together without looking forward to the 4:00 a.m. wake-up for labs. It was glorious.

Not that everything was magically perfect just because we were out of the hospital, of course – Matt was still exhausted, and all of our kids wanted to be with me every minute of every day. And the first day out of the hospital, it took me 6.5 hours, about 12 phone calls, and 3 trips to the pharmacy to get the 6 prescriptions Matt needed for those first days after he was discharged. But it was nice to be out and back at Matt’s mom’s house. We all got to be together, we got to see the rest of our family, and Matt got to rest and heal without being interrupted for lab work every 4 hours. That’s really what we focused on during those remaining days in New York. As an added bonus, we got to go to our niece Averie’s birthday party. And it was really nice to get that extra time with Matt’s side of the family, though we never would have asked for the circumstances that caused it.


We were looking forward to getting home, though. Our church generously offered to fly out one of our friends for #operationbringbackballou. Bobby arrived Monday night, and Tuesday morning we packed up and began the long drive back. For the most part, Bobby drove, Matt rested, and I parented.


My brother David graciously hosted us in Cincinnati Tuesday night, and we made it back to Columbia on Wednesday. It was so good to be home. And we were overwhelmed with gratitude immediately upon walking into our house – we’d left everything in total disarray, as we’d had to depart just 24 hours after learning of Matt’s sister’s death, but friends of ours had come in, done our laundry, and cleaned up for us, and they stocked us with the fresh groceries we’d need to make it through our first couple days home, and my dad met us at our house to be with us for those first couple days home – grace upon grace. And shored up by that grace, we began the journey of figuring out what our new normal would look like.

The Heart Attack (Part Three: Utica ICU)

You may want to check out part one and part two if you haven’t already!

When we got to St. Elizabeth’s in Utica, we were taken right up to the Cardio-Thoracic ICU. Again I had to wait in the waiting area while they got Matt settled. Matt’s sister Stacey arrived while I was waiting – it was so good to see her and have her with me. And as a bonus, she brought me a change of clothes and a hair brush, both of which I’d been without since Wednesday night. We were able to see Matt just briefly before the nursing shift change, at which point they asked us to step out, and the night nurse said she’d let us know when she was ready for us, about half an hour. I was not pleased at being asked to step out – I felt like I was the one constant throughout all these changes in location and caregivers, and I knew the story and could potentially even fill in missing gaps, and I’d sit quietly off to the side and wouldn’t get in the way, but I wanted to be there. I left as requested, though. It seemed like every time there was a new nurse, I had to start all over with proving that I would not be obnoxious and might even be helpful at times.

Stacey and I sat in the waiting room, and soon their cousin Sarah came back to be with us, also bringing dinner for me, because unbeknownst to us, the cafeteria at that hospital closed at 6:30. Thirty minutes went by, then an hour, and we still hadn’t heard from Matt’s nurse that we could come back, and I was getting increasingly nervous and irritated. Finally after an hour and a half had passed, another nurse came in, and I told her I was waiting to be able to go back in to be with my husband, and he’d had a heart attack yesterday, and his nurse had said 30 minutes, and now it had been an hour and a half, and no one was telling me why, and I was getting worried. She said she’d go check for us, and a couple minutes later Matt’s nurse came out and apologized and said we could come back. She said she had some nursing students that night, and she’d lost track of the time. It was a relief to see him when we got back. He had transferred over pretty heavily sedated, because he’d seem uncomfortable any time the sedation turned down, but she was already turning the sedation down a bit, and he seemed more comfortable than he had before. It was clear that the people in the CTICU had experience working with cardiac patients who needed a lot of care – they had a lot of protocols for how thin Matt’s blood should be, turning him every 2 hours, having him wearing compression socks, etc.

After my initial misgivings, I decided I did appreciate the expertise of this nurse, and she turned out to be really nice to me. She got me some blankets and a pillow and set me up in a quiet room just off the waiting room for me to sleep that night. This was now Thursday night, and I hadn’t slept at all since Tuesday night, but it was still hard to sleep. I’d close my eyes, and immediately my thoughts would return to Matt having his heart attack in the hotel room. I knew I was starting to get a little loopy though, and my body really needed the rest. Eventually I drifted off to sleep around 1:00 am and slept for about 2 hours, then laid there for an hour or so, reminding myself that Matt’s nurse had promised to come and get me if anything changed, and that must mean things were okay. I slept again from about 4:00 to 6:00 and then was awakened by Matt’s nurse. She said everything was fine, but she’d been gradually turning his sedation down throughout the night, and he was starting to wake up, and she wondered if I wanted to come see him. Of course I did! He was still pretty out of it, but it was good to see him half-awake and able to move around a bit.

That morning I signed consent for a PICC line to be placed – Matt had a lot of IV sites, all of which would expire after 4 days, and he was constantly being poked for blood draws, and the PICC line would eliminate the need for all of those. A nurse from the cath lab also came up to explain the procedure to me in detail and get my consent, and she also got me the forms to request all the images from the cath and to request all of Matt’s medical records upon discharge. After we’d done all the paperwork, I asked her if she thought they were going to do the cath that day – the day before, they’d said initially that he’d go straight to the cath lab upon arrival, but then they’d gone back on that and said it would be the next day or potentially even later, depending on his vitals and temperature. She said she thought it would be that day, but she called down to the lab to see if she could find out morning or afternoon, and they said actually they were all ready to go, but no patients were ready, and if he could go now, he could come right down. That was practically the only time in the hospital that things actually moved fast – they got him ready, and we went right down!

Danny and Sharon had arrived in the night, and they were waiting for us in the cath lab waiting area, so they got to see Matt for a few seconds before he went in. Then they and I went and got some breakfast in the cafeteria – I got apple pie, because I figured that if my husband had had a heart attack, I was allowed to have apple pie for breakfast, and Danny and Sharon agreed 🙂 They waited with me through the cath, and Matt’s sister Stacey arrived while we were waiting, too. And actually my friend Tammy’s sister-in-law’s sister lived nearby, so Tammy asked her and her family to stop by and bring us a small gift and pray for me, which they did.

And it really wasn’t long before Matt’s cardiologist came out. He said that most of Matt’s arteries looked good, but they’d found a blockage – in fact it was a 100% occlusion – in an artery, and they’d placed a stent. He brought pictures to show me of what the blood flow looked like before the stent was placed and afterwards. He said he expected that Matt would make a full recovery – that he needed to lose weight and get into a regular exercise regimen and change his diet, but he thought he’d be fine. Those were encouraging words to hear!

We went back upstairs to the ICU and were able to see Matt again. He was still fairly heavily sedated, but with the cath behind him and the stent placed, the plan was to wean him from the sedation and then allow him to try breathing on his own, which would allow him to be extubated. Danny and Sharon were able to see him again, and then they took off and headed for Camden to pick up our kids and bring them out for a visit. Our friend Dan and his father also stopped by again for another brief visit, and then Stacey and I were there with Matt for the afternoon.

We talked with the electrophysiologist when he came by that afternoon, a visit that left me more worried than my conversations with the cardiologist that morning. When I’d spoken to the cardiologist, he’d said they’d found the blockage and expected Matt to be fine, but he came back that afternoon and said he’d called in the electrophysiologist to consult just to make sure everything was covered. The electrical event with Matt’s heart could have been secondary to the structural blockage, but sometimes electrical events are truly primarily electrical in nature. The electrophysiologist was somewhat alarmed by the combination of Matt’s sister having passed away unexpectedly at a young age a few days prior and the blockage that was found not being in one of the most major arteries and the fact that we’d be traveling back across the country fairly soon after discharge. He said it really was most likely that Matt’s heart attack was primarily structural in nature, but electrical stuff is harder to pin down, and they’d monitor Matt’s heart rhythms over the next few days, and he might recommend that Matt be discharged with a life vest – essentially a wearable defibrillator. Just the possibility of any sort of uncertainty was alarming to me, but everyone still seemed to think this situation was probably pretty straightforward.

Stacey and I were able to hold Matt’s hands as he began to wake up, explaining over and over again that he’d had a heart attack, and he was intubated, and he needed to leave the tubes where they were, but he could relax his jaw and touch his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and that would make him feel somewhat better. He was obviously uncomfortable, but he needed to be totally off the sedation before they could let him try breathing on his own, and he needed to breathe on his own for an hour before he could be extubated.

While Matt was doing his hour of breathing, Danny and Sharon arrived with our kids! I was thankful that Stacey was there to stay with Matt, and I got to go out to the waiting area to see the kiddos 🙂 I can’t even describe how good it was to see them after nearly 48 hours away. Fortunately, in the backpack Stacey had brought me with my clothes, there were also some art supplies that I’d been holding in reserve, so I was able to take some of those out with me, and we made sticker-dinosaurs together and hugged and played. I got to nurse Atticus, too – normally highly distractable in any situation with other people, he was desperate enough that he settled in and ate snuggled up on my lap while everyone else played. It was so good to get to see and touch and interact with each of them again!



But soon I began to feel the other side of the tug-of-war constantly pulling at my heartstrings – I needed to get back in and be with Matt. And really the kids were getting to the end of their capacity for waiting room play. Danny and Sharon took them over to their hotel to see their dog, Dixie, and then took them out to dinner, so Matt’s mom could continue to have time to get things organized at her house. She hadn’t really been expecting an invasion of three small children plus all of our family’s half-unpacked suitcases and understandably needed some time to get it all put together in some semblance of organization!

Stacey left around then, too, and it was just Matt and me. Truthfully, that night was really hard. I knew Matt would be somewhat loopy coming off of sedation, but I didn’t really understand what that meant. What it meant for us was that we had the exact same conversations over and over and over and over again – and each time it was new for him. He retained the fact that he’d had a heart attack pretty well, but he didn’t generally know where he was or why he was there, he always found it remarkable that he’d had a heart cath and that they’d gone in through his arm instead of his leg, and he never remembered his nurse’s name. It really freaked me out. His nurse didn’t seem alarmed – she said we’d just have to give it a few days – but it was still pretty scary to me. It was so disconcerting to have him awake and able to remember long-term stuff but not really able to function or remember anything in the present. Close to tears, I called a doctor friend of mine from home and asked her whether it was normal. She reassured me that it was, which was very comforting, but I was still nervous.

Matt’s lack of short term memory and the glimmers of doubt about the source of Matt’s heart attack and the certainty that its cause had been eliminated were enough to make me pretty anxious that night. I even texted a nurse friend and told her my chest felt super tight and I was starting to worry that I might have a heart attack too and asked if that was normal. She assured me that it was, that I could ask a nurse to check my vitals if I really got nervous, but it was really almost definitely all related to stress.

Danny and Sharon offered to come back that night after taking our kids back to Matt’s mom’s for the night, but Matt was so out of it, and he and I were both so tired, I just wanted to sit with him and try to get some sleep.

Since Matt was now awake, the nurses brought in a recliner so they could get him out of bed and let him sit for a bit. While he sat, I brushed his hair, and then he got back into bed for the night. Of course, from the moment he awoke, he was very interested in having access to his phone and even beginning to post on Facebook for himself. I tried to limit his Facebook postings, as his short term memory was still entirely shot, but he was not particularly concerned about that and enjoyed returning to his postings of awkward photos.


The nicest thing about Matt now having a recliner was that I was then able to stay near him for the night and just sleep there. It’s impossible to sleep well in a hospital, but we both got some rest that night, and I was very thankful for the progress we’d made in 24 short hours – I went from falling asleep alone down the hallway from my husband while he lay unconscious after a probable heart attack, uncertain about all that the future would hold, to knowing that he’d had a blockage in one of his heart’s arteries and that it had been cleared and that, while he was still unknowingly living in a Groundhog Day existence, he was at least conscious, and I was able to be near him.

the heart attack (part two: Rome)

If you haven’t read part one of this story here, you may want to check that out before continuing to read here!

It was snowing outside, and it was about a 35-minute ambulance ride to the nearest hospital. From the ambulance, I called my mom and my friend Tammy in Chicago and asked them to let people know what was going on and to pray. I texted Matt’s mom and let her know where we were going, and I texted with her some about what the kids might need. I talked with the ambulance driver, who had known Matt’s older brother and sister growing up – Matt’s sister Denya’s husband Tim is a volunteer firefighter, and all the EMTs knew Matt’s family. And I prayed and prayed and prayed. I was nervous and shaking the entire time, but I knew I needed to be as calm as possible. Matt was unconscious for the entire ambulance ride, and it was pretty harrowing. His jaw was clenched shut so tightly that they were unable to intubate him through his mouth, and he vomited at one point, and while no one was panicking, it wasn’t exactly smooth, either, and it was a long ride. A few friends texted short prayers and notes of encouragement, and it was so reassuring to know that others were praying with me during that drive.

Once we arrived in Rome, a team of doctors and nurses was already set and waiting for him in a room. They had me wait in the hall for what seemed an eternity. I could hear them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. It seemed pretty calm, so I assumed things were stable, but I didn’t really know what was happening. At that point I felt pretty pitiful, alone in a hospital in a city I didn’t really know with my husband unconscious behind the door after some sort of traumatic event. It was actually a relief when the woman in charge of checking in and billing came to talk with me, and eventually a nurse came out to talk with me, as well, and some of the EMTs stopped to talk, too. Matt’s mom had reached out to her sisters, and it wasn’t long before Matt’s Aunt Sue was there, followed soon after by his Aunt Cathy and Uncle Roger. Though I’d met them only a handful of times, it was a relief not to be alone in those uncertain moments. And as an added blessing, Aunt Cathy and Uncle Roger are both nurses and were helpful in explaining exactly what was happening and in knowing what questions needed to be asked.

Finally they opened the door and let me come in. Matt was intubated to help him breathe and had had a GI tube placed to drain his stomach. They told me that he was sedated, but he could hear me, so I was welcome to hold his hand and talk with him. I did so, though I wasn’t sure what to say, in part because it was by now rather late at night. The nurses and doctors asked me to tell them about what had happened and asked some questions about Matt’s medical history. They told me that they were obviously admitting him, and they were ordering consults from neurology, pulmonology, and cardiology, but since Matt was stable now, it was unlikely anyone would come to see him before morning. In the meantime, they ordered a number of tests. He had a chest X-ray to check the placement of his breathing tube; a chest CT to look for blood clots; a head CT and an EEG to look at his brain; an echocardiogram and an EKG to evaluate his heart; and blood work to measure his troponin level, among other things. I’d sit with him and hold his hand (and one of the aunts and uncles would stay with me) when I could, and we’d wait in the hall when he went out for tests. His aunts and uncle dozed a bit, but I was pretty nervous and wasn’t anywhere near sleep.

We were finally settled in a room in the ICU around 4:00 in the morning, and Matt’s Aunt Sue and I went in and sat with him.


While he had been stable since we got to the hospital, there were still so many questions. It was surreal to close my eyes and know that the background noise was a ventilator breathing for my husband. I tried to rest a bit, but around 5:00 various people began coming in for more bloodwork, labs, and tests. Respiratory people were the first to come, and they explained how the ventilator worked and what all the readings on the monitor meant. That was encouraging, as the monitor showed that Matt was generally starting breaths on his own, and they had already turned down the percentage of oxygen he was getting.

Mid-morning Matt’s aunts and uncle left to head back to Camden to be at Denya’s funeral. I knew Matt would be so sad to be missing it, both because he wanted that closure and because he was supposed to give the eulogy (which he later published here). They had arranged for Matt’s cousin Sarah (also a nurse) to come and be with me, though, so there wouldn’t be that much time I’d be there alone. They were willing to stay if necessary, but we all wanted them to get to be at the funeral.

A neurologist also came to see Matt, and they turned off the sedation to try to wake him up briefly to check his brain function. With great effort, he was able to open his eyes as directed, and another encouraging sign was that, of all the voices talking to him, he was particularly tuned in to my voice. He was really agitated, though, which is understandable – he had been unconscious since the night before in the hotel room and was now half awake in a strange place, surrounded by strange people, and probably most disconcerting, was intubated. We tried to reassure him, but he kept gagging and then vomited and aspirated, and they turned his sedation back up right away. It took a while to get him cleaned up and settled again, but his nurses that day were great – they did an amazing job taking care of him and also helping me as I worked through everything that was happening. Good nurses, those who do their jobs well and go the extra mile to be kind and considerate and helpful, make all the difference in the world.

Cardiology – the ones from whom I was most interested in hearing – was the last major consult to come see him. The cardiologist said that we really needed to transfer to a different hospital that had a cath lab, so we’d be able to find out what was going on, and he was going to arrange that. It took a while, though – from about 11:00 in the morning until 4:00 in the afternoon.

While Matt was stable and I knew what the immediate plan was going to be, those 5 hours were pretty rough for me. I knew this was probably ultimately a cardiac issue, but I didn’t know anything else. Perhaps hardest was that I had had to leave my kids so quickly the night before – after one of the most traumatic events of their lives – and I hadn’t seen or talked to them since, and because Denya’s funeral was happening that day, I wasn’t really able to talk much with the people who were with them and even find out how they were doing.

And I had to make decisions about who to tell and how and when – all without consulting Matt. Many of our closest friends and family already knew, but I knew I was missing key people, and I needed to talk to people where we both worked, and I just needed to let more people know what was happening, both to inform them and to ask them to pray. Matt and I always talk through those types of things together – we’re a couple, a team, and we complement each other well. I felt alone having to make those decisions for us without him. But I called his department chair, texted one of my colleagues, and put together a Facebook post.

Matt developed a fever that afternoon, and they gave him Tylenol and eventually packed his body with ice to cool him off. No one seemed surprised, but, particularly since he’d aspirated twice and pneumonia was a significant risk, it was an unwelcome development.

Matt’s cousin Sarah stayed with me through most of the afternoon, taking off only once it seemed that our transfer was reasonably imminent. It was such a blessing not to be alone much during that uncertain first day.

And, for some moments of levity in the midst of a generally pretty dark day, our good friend Dan, and his father, who had been Matt’s 6th grade teacher, stopped by. True to form, Mr C arrived with a bag full of fast food cheeseburgers, hoping Matt would be awake so he could taunt him about the food he’d no longer be able to eat. Matt loves this photo I snapped of the two of them.


And finally that afternoon I did get to text with Matt’s sister Stacey and hear that our kids were doing great, and eventually I connected with Matt’s mom, as well. That was reassuring, though I still missed them like crazy. Matt and I don’t leave our kids all that much, particularly overnight, particularly without prepping them well ahead of time, and I’d never been away from Atticus overnight before. This was not part of the plan. I talked with one of the nurses, through tears, about how I was still nursing Atticus, and I’d need to pump if I didn’t get to see him soon. It was so touching to me that she said she’d try to get me a pump or find out if I could use one in Labor and Delivery, but if she couldn’t, she was actually still nursing her daughter so had a pump with her at work and would let me use hers. Labor and Delivery had a supply of new mother bags, though, which included simple manual pumps, and they graciously offered one to me, which was very helpful during those days in the hospital.

I also received multiple offers from family and friends to fly out and be with me and/or help with the kids, which I so appreciated. After talking with Stacey, I finally decided to take my brother Danny and his fiancée Sharon up on their offer to come. Since they live in Washington, D.C., they could be in New York in a matter of hours without having to fly or rent a car or worry about any of those logistics, and in a scenario in which I knew nothing about what the next few days would hold, that seemed optimal.

Around 4:00 everything was finally arranged to transfer Matt to St. Elizabeth’s hospital in Utica. It was agreed that I could ride in the ambulance, as long as I promised that under no circumstances, no matter what happened, would I leave my place in the passenger seat of the vehicle. Having sent Mechell’s coat back with Sarah, I left wrapped in blankets over my stylish ensemble of yoga pants with knee high black boots and a nursing tank top and plaid pajama top with bright orange sweater on top. We departed Rome Memorial Hospital with lights on and sirens in use – Matt was stable, but it was still important that we make the trip quickly and get him back to a hospital setting. And while we drove, I was moved to tears watching the other cars on the road pull over. I thought of the Mr. Rogers quote about looking for helpers in times of tragedy. When they saw the lights and heard the sirens, people moved out of the way and did their part to sustain my husband’s life. I continued to pray and thank God for bringing us this far.

Part 3 to come in another day or two!

the heart attack (part one: Camden)

As many of you probably already know, while we were in New York for Matt’s sister Denya’s funeral, Matt actually had a heart attack. I’m still not entirely certain how to write about this event in our lives – it’s still pretty raw, and I think it’s something that we’re going to be continuing to process for months and years to come. I’m going to share just a glimpse into how I’m currently thinking about it now, and I’m sure I’ll revisit it in the future, as well.

We’d all gone as a family to the calling hours for Denya on that Wednesday afternoon and then went to Matt’s mom’s house for a quick dinner. Knowing that it would be even more crowded that evening and that it had already been a long day for our kids, we decided that the kids and I would go back to the hotel and hang out there while just Matt went to the evening calling hours. The kids and I read books and played, and I set them up with a movie, and I texted with Matt intermittently.

I almost can't even look at this picture. It was so soon afterwards that everything changed. Every minute matters.
I almost can’t even look at this picture. It was so soon afterwards that everything changed. Every minute matters.

At one point Matt told me that his chest was hurting, and he got an aspirin from someone. I was concerned, but he’d had chest pain in the past and had even gone to the ER to get it checked out about a year ago, and the doctors had said they believed it to be more related to his chest muscles than his heart, so I think both of us assumed it was more of that.

Matt came back to the hotel after the calling hours ended. The girls were still watching their movie on their bed, so Matt and I sat with Atticus on our bed and chatted a bit and just relaxed. Matt was laughing at their cheesy kids’ movie, and at one point his laugh turned into a funny sort of wheeze-laugh. I asked him why he was laughing that way, and he just looked at me. I even asked him if he was having a heart attack, but he couldn’t respond. I started to become alarmed, and I remember thinking that it might seem silly if he came back to normal in 30 seconds, but I really thought I needed to call 911.

I told the dispatcher that I thought my husband might be having a heart attack and told him where we were. And I told him that I’d taken CPR classes but couldn’t remember right at that moment exactly what I was supposed to do first, but if he’d tell me what to do, I could do it. He told me I needed to get Matt off the bed and onto the floor. I really wasn’t sure I could do that – the hotel room was tiny, and there wasn’t much space between the beds, and Matt is a lot bigger than I am. I remembered seeing other cars in the parking lot that night, so I ran out into the hallway and yelled that we were having a medical emergency and was anyone else there. Fortunately for us, a couple, whom I later found out were Matt’s cousin Mechell and her husband, were staying right across the hall. They came over to our room and helped me get Matt onto the floor, and Mechell – a nurse – started performing CPR while her husband and I held Matt’s legs up. He was pretty blue by this point. Every once in a while he’d take a gaspy breath on his own, but he wasn’t breathing at all normally. I yelled to him to stay with me. All of our kids were upset by this point, and Mechell’s husband told me he could hold Matt’s legs, and I could grab the baby. Holding Atticus, I called Matt’s mom and told her that Matt had stopped breathing, and I needed her to come. In true mom fashion – doing what needs to be done no matter what – she said she’d be there.

An older woman also poked her head in the room, and as the 911 operator asked me if the doors were unlocked, I asked her if she’d go down and unlock the back door to get into the hotel. She also volunteered to stay down there and tell the EMTs where to go once they arrived.

At that point things seemed to be in something of a holding pattern, and the 911 operator told me that help would be there soon. I asked if he knew when they’d get there, because we really needed them, and right after that the first man ran into the room. Immediately they shooed us out, telling us to go across the hall to Mechell’s room.

I sat down on the floor with the kids and prayed. And I called my friend Brooke and told her that Matt had stopped breathing and I needed her to pray. Matt’s mom and his step-dad, Dan, arrived then, too. It wasn’t long before the EMTs – who, by now, had crowded into our hotel room, the hallway, and Mechell’s room – all let out a cheer – they’d shocked Matt’s heart, and he had a pulse, and they were hopeful that he’d be okay.

Mechell told me that someone would come and talk to me, and she asked if I was going to ride along in the ambulance. I didn’t know what I should do – I wanted to be with Matt, but I also wanted to and needed to take care of our kids. Matt’s mom said she would take care of the kids, and Mechell nodded. I had enough time and was able to get back into our hotel room just enough to grab my sweater, my phone charger, and my wallet. I wasn’t able to get to my coat, but I told Matt’s mom where to find our car keys in its pocket, and I said a quick goodbye to our kids, and Mechell gave me her coat as I walked out the door.

Next installment to come in a day or two…