When life hits you in the face | Life

This year is almost over but the end seems so far at the same time.

Back in September, I started my redaction year for my master. Like I said in a past blog post, I didn’t know what to expect but I was ready and motivated to jump into that madness of what is a master’s degree. What happens tho was NEVER what I imagine nor expected. My man got sick. Really sick.

It was a Friday morning. I had the day off and he was at work. In the middle of the morning, my phone started to ring. The ID was my man’s cell phone. He was breathing heavily and sounds like he was unable to catch his breath. That’s when he passed the phone to the doctor at his work location:

‘’Hello Dominique. I’m Doctor XYZ and your husband is with me because he doesn’t feel so well. We called the emergency and we’re waiting for the ambulance. We’ll call you back when we know to which hospital the ambulance will bring him.’’

That’s when the **** hit the fan! I started to panic a little not knowing what was going on with him and knowing that suddenly I had to leave the house to go to a hospital ASAP.

He was brought to the Institution de Cardiologie de Montréal (btw, thank you to their caring and resourceful staff!). I arrived a few minutes after him. After consultations after consultations after exams and me taking care of the papers, we learned that he has cardiac arrhythmia but the doctors weren’t sure of the type that he had. We were able to leave the hospital by the end of the afternoon. The next day, he started some medications to help his heart beat on a regular and steady beat. He will have to take those for the rest of his life.

Although the medication is helping him, we didn’t know the type of arrhythmia he had so the doctor asks him to take with him a little machine that monitored his heart. So far he had 3 machines to carry with him. After the first one, the doctor wasn’t pleased with the results from the machine and the medication. That’s when we learned that he had to go through a heart surgery. Luckily for us, the technology these days made the surgery less dangerous and easier on the body (aka it wasn’t an open-heart surgery but a heart surgery nonetheless). The surgery helped and didn’t help. The surgery’s purpose was to provoke an arrhythmia to see what part of the heart was impacted and hopefully burn that part. Unfortunately, the doctors weren’t able to do provoke anything. But, by doing that, the doctors were also able to tell us what type of heart arrhythmia he had. It’s not an electrical but a physical issue. Like they told him: ‘’You have a heart of a 76-year-old man who he’s in an extremely good shape.’’

He’s 33…

This surgery happens almost 2 months after his hospitalization at the Institution. He is now in recovery. He had a week off at home and 4 weeks of sedentary work and resting at home. No training, no lifting heavy things, no nothing. We are in week 4 of the 5-week resting period.

He still has his medications but it’s not bulletproof. Just yesterday, he had a crisis (or a period ?) while he was in traffic because being in traffic frustrate him so bad. So when he arrived at home, we had dinner and he went straight to bed after.

I know that living with someone else would not be a piece of cake all day every day. I knew that one day one of us would have to take care of the other… but I never imagine it would happen in the first 5 years of our life together even less while he’s 33 and i’m 28.

Unfortunately, the story doesn’t end here. A few weeks back during all that, we found a little mass behind his ear. The health technician finally took a look at it and my husband is now on a 6-month waiting list to pass a scan-kind of thing to figure out if it’s tumor or not… but because it’s not the oncology department that takes care of that kind of scan, technically it’s not cancer which is good news, right?

At this point, i’m tired, exhausted, stressed and no longer motivated for almost anything… but I love my man and will be by his side no matter what. I just hope at one point that we will be able to find a way back to an almost normal life with some time together elsewhere than at home, work or a hospital.


I just can’t wait to 2017 to be over.