Saturday, March 1, 2014

Two a.m. scary thoughts (same day) Man down....

What a scare.  This is hard.  I type this in tears at 2:16 a.m.

Nice night out with friends; dinner at their house.  We had fun.

Got home, parked the car.  Luther went ahead of me.  I was texting one of the girl's I'd been out with so it was a minute before I got out of the car.

Rounded the corner to our place, the door was open.  I got closer, the diet coke we'd bought was scattered all over the floor.  I realized so was Luther.

He was on the floor choking.

This is our life.  This is it.  Super panic but try to stay calm.  Can you breathe?  Can you breathe?  I kept asking him, trying to hold his head to see if I could steady him.

Get me off the floor, he said.  Or gasped, really.  It's cold.  I have to get up.

We tried.  Several times.  He couldn't get up.  For lack of a better term, he was dead weight.  I got a chair, thinking he could use that to grab.

But I had to get his arms up to the chair.  Pull on his hips, get his hips square - he was all heaped in a tangled up mess.

Still coughing, choking, gasping for air.  I told him to kneel for a moment, catch his breath.  No, no, I want to get up.

He thinks he's bruised some ribs.  His whole side hurts.

We got him up two flights of stairs (damn townhouse!) and in to bed.  My trooper.

I can't sleep now.

Other than the day of the diagnoses, this has been officially the most scary moment so far.

Bracing for things to come.


  1. Tell Ed that we are thinking of him and miss him. My thoughts are also with you Lynn and I am so glad that Ed has you to hep him through this difficult time.

    1. Hi Elaine. Ed was so tickled to get your message! I was happy to deliver it. Thanks so much for thinking of him (and me!).