Becky Bumgarner would like to say a big THANK YOU, from the bottom of her still-beating heart, to the EMTs who were on duty at the fire house in Vashon early on the morning of Monday, August 3rd. They totally rock, and they saved her life.
A little after six that
morning I got a call from Becky. She said she had been kept awake by chest
pains all night.
Now, Becky is the
person who took me to the Fire Station when I had my TIA, and she said she felt
much better when I got into the ambulance and headed to Swedish, so on August 3rd,
when she asked me if I thought she should have her husband Roy take her up to
the Fire Station to get her chest pains checked out, I said, yes, I would feel
much better if she was in an ambulance and headed to Swedish.
So Roy took her up to
the Fire Station, where the EMTs informed Becky she was having a heart attack. They
wanted to airlift her but there was too much fog, so they whisked her off in an
ambulance to Swedish Hospital at Cherry Hill, formerly Providence, where she
was found to have a completely blocked left anterior descending artery, i.e.,
the big one that runs down the left side of the heart.
The docs put in two
titanium stents.
When I talked to her
later that morning, she was feeling much better.
Stents do that for
people. Amazing what getting the proper amount of blood and oxygen distributed
to your body can do.
Some of her heart
muscle has been injured so she is not home free, but she is home, and she is recovering,
and learning a whole new regimen of pills. We were talking about blood thinners
the other day.
I am grateful she got
in there and was saved, and so is her family, and so are her many friends.
Thanks, Vashon EMTs!
Thanks, Swedish Cardiology!
When I spoke to her
daughter Maggie, we expressed frustration that Becky did not get help as soon
as she felt chest pains the previous Friday night.
She did call a
medical advice line before she called me that Monday morning, and they told her
to call 911.
“But I didn’t want to
do that.”
Oh, the stubbornness
of humans.
When Rick first
became seriously ill, he wouldn’t go to the doctor.
"I'll work it
off," he said, which is what he'd done all his life with every ache, pain,
sprain, etc. Turns out you can't work off cancer or kidney failure.
I was angry about his
refusal to take care of himself until he was nearly dead, and talking with
other women, who said their husbands were just the same, I decided it was all
men. Men! So stubborn!
And then ... I had my
TIA. Transient Ischemic Attack, or a little stroke that resolved itself so was
not a stroke. Woke up with a loud noise in my head, a weak left arm, and crap
balance.
This happened at four
or five in the morning, of course, so I called a nurse hotline and the nurse
told me to call 911.
But I didn’t want to
do that.
Part of the reason
was that my grandson was living with me then, and he was asleep upstairs. I had
to make some provision for him. Finally called Becky and asked her to take me
to the ER. She came over, looked at me, and told me she would take me to the
fire station.
I argued with her, but
finally gave in. She took me to the fire station, where the EMTs put me in an
ambulance and whisked me away to Swedish, Cherry Hill. Becky, god bless her,
took care of my grandson, until she could hand him off to my son, Uncle Drew.
By the time I got to
the hospital my symptoms were gone, but they kept me for a night for
observation. That’s why I take a blood thinner.
So now I don't think stubbornness
is a male trait. It's a human trait. I think most of us, maybe all of us, are
pig headed, or simply don’t want to admit something serious is happening.
"I'll work it
out."
"I'll just sit
here with these stroke symptoms, and call Becky instead of calling 911."
"I'll put up
with these chest pains all weekend and call Mary on Monday morning."
I'm off my high horse
of being angry at Rick, or anyone, for being stubborn. It is humbling to
realize that refusing to get help is exactly what I did when the time came.
The best things I
learn in life involve being humbled.
Takeaway: When
someone tells you to call 911, call 911. Even if you don’t want to do that.
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