The day it happened was the most unnerving situation I faced in my life. My husband was critically ill. I saw him holding his chest. He was in pain. I wanted to call the hospital. He stopped me. He said he’d be okay. I was crying I insisted we have to get in touch with the hospital. Finally he told me to dial the number. He spoke with someone. The doctor came within minutes. He took him to the hospital.
I was waiting at home to get a call from the hospital. After two hours Dr. Coxon came to the house. He told me my husband had a moderate to severe heart attack. He was in critical condition. If he survived after 48 hours there was hope he’d recover.
Meanwhile at home I waited to know how he was doing. At that time I had two children,one was slightly older than two and the second was three months old.
I was nervous, I didn’t know what to do. I called my old neighbor. She came right away to give me company.
The next day I left my children with the baby sitter and went to school. I was trying to teach the children. I couldn’t stop tears coming down my cheeks. My colleagues, God bless them told me I should go home and they’d take care of my class.
After a month he was airlifted to St. John’s which was a better centre and well equipped to handle a heart patient. He stayed in the ICU for six weeks. He was given a variety of medication and sent home.
I don’t know if I’m happy with the way I reacted. The only thing was I was nervous, I had no close relative near me. I was an inexperienced terrified person. I looked after my husband the best way I could.