Home is where the heart is …

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… most of the time anyway.

I’ve popped onto Facebook at least a half-dozen times today checking to see if a dear friend’s status has been updated.

Nothing … for hours and hours.

The last check however was all good.

While my friend Carol posts continually about her day’s activities, meals, cat shenanigans and newsworthy tidbits gleaned from the web, today her 109 friends waited to see how her husband fared with his heart surgery.

Let’s back up a bit first.

A phone ringing very, very late on a Saturday night is never a good sign.

When she picked up the phone, her husband, David, was on the other end of the line. “I’m in the hospital” he said. “I felt faint and went to Urgent Care and they sent me here for observation – my heart rate was 40 beats per minute” … a long sigh and the phone was silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

You see David lives and works in North Carolina; Carol lives in Honeoye Falls, a tiny hamlet in Western New York.

“They’re going to put a pacemaker in Tuesday – can you be here?” Another long sigh.

The cardiologist decided his heart just needed a helper, so minor surgery to implant a pacemaker was scheduled. While a pacemaker is pretty high-tech stuff, these days the implant procedure is relatively uncomplicated and the patient goes home within 24 hours. It still is surgery nonetheless.

With no friends or family close by, it was a race against time to find a cat sitter for her trio, as well as someone to tend to the feral kitties who live on her porch. So, deep into the night she wrote on her status page all the thoughts that were going through her mind.

So much for Christmas plans and having David home for a change. He had been all set to return to Honeoye Falls this Saturday for a 10-day visit. He had his flight booked months ago, but in a heartbeat that idea was scrapped now since he would not be able to travel. Plus, his doctor said he should not be left alone, for a few days anyway. His studio apartment was pretty bare – sparsely furnished with a twin bed, table and chair, so they would need a hotel room.

She sat down to take a deep breath. Finally, like a lost soul, the last post in the wee hours of Sunday morning was that no one should expect cards, Christmas “care packages” and the like … ‘til January.

So, there was a collective sigh of relief among us all when Carol posted earlier “I’m ready to take him home and then I’ll take a taxi to retrieve his car from urgent care and return home to New York on Friday” … ah, life is good, no matter what curve balls are thrown your way.

You are a good-hearted woman Carol, and the deeds you do for others, from fostering feral kitties, like the one I just wrote about in my recent “Kitten Caboodle” story, plus your virtual hugs and unselfish ways have come back in blessings to you and David.

Life’s travails can break your heart sometimes, and sadly plans and promises may be gone swiftly in a mere heartbeat.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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4 Responses to Home is where the heart is …

  1. Callie Bova says:

    Very touching story. Tears were shed and prayers for them all. Cats included.

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  2. Marge Aubin says:

    First of all I love your picture, Second of all Prayers go out to Carole’s husband for a quick recovery, Third of all thank God for a person who loves animals too.

    • lindasschaub says:

      Marge – I liked that pic too – tempted to use the red hearts that I used on the back of the Christmas card, but decided to keep that one for Valentine’s Day and use this one instead. He is doing alot better per Carol’s last e-mail. Good things come to people are care for others – be they animals or humans.

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