Why the Fishes Multiplied
For about two months now, hubby and I have been confronted with the question of our mortality – well, hubby’s mortality, to be exact.
It is not easy to imagine this. Hubby does not drink, does not smoke, is an athlete – he lifts weights, plays basketball, soccer, rowing, just ran a marathon. Healthy and active would be words to describe him.
Or so we thought.
When the doctor pronounced that his heart was weak, it sounded like a bad joke. But tests after test confirmed that something was wrong. But why it is happening, no one can explain.
And why him?
We talked to his heart (asked it to heal, asked it for forgiveness, told it we loved it), prayed, went to a Chinese herbalist, followed the doctors’ advise to the letter (no strenuous activity, drink medicine, no-fat diet), I tried to be a really good, dutiful, obedient, loving wife (was it too late?), but hubby’s heart continued to deteriorate and weaken.
Until the ultimatum – he had to have a pacemaker implanted.