In a few seconds

 On March 24th, my world as I knew it though it might come crumbling down. My husband woke me up after having a heart attack trying to wake me to tell me something was wrong. He was able to get me up before having his second one. We get to the ER thinking that his neck finally was done. Mind you he's been on L and I for many years and we knew that there were some things to be concerned about with him when it comes to his neck and shoulder. We rushed to the ER and get there, where I thank the Lord for having a security guard walking back that saw me and got me a wheelchair, the ER people got his vitals and then noticed something was wrong. The ER nurse that had the EKG tech come immediately and check then to see him racing around looking for a doctor. My heart sank. I knew something was wrong with my husband, as he sat in the chair getting his vitals done and sweating through his Carhartt clothes, something was wrong when I saw the pupils of his eyes so big you couldn't see the color around them. When he couldn't lift his head. Then they tell me the most haunting words, your husband's having a mini heart attack. They rush him back, then it hits me, I might never see him alive again, I might be losing my best friend, and there nothing I can do. I go back out to get my visitor's badge holding back the tears when I hear it come through the walkie-talkie that they have a cardiac in rm 24. Everything goes blank I don't know how to tell my work I'm not able to come in and why. Or who I should call or anything. All I know is I need to see my husband. I need to hear him tell me he loves me even if it's for the last time. I need to be near him cause he completes me. I need to hold his hand and look into his eyes and hear him tell me we can get through this. As the security guard takes me back through the doors and down the hall, I felt like we need to go faster, the hallway looks so long. I finally get to the area his room is in and All I see is DOCTORS (3 of them) standing outside his door. A social worker standing outside, Machines all over, and nurses inside the room, and finally I saw a little sliver of my husband's face and see he's ok. I didn't know what to say but in my brain, I'm YELLING at the doctor's TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED. Chad kept telling them my wife she knows to talk to my wife. They finally tell me after many questions are asked. Your Husband had 3 heart attacks, my heart breaks and I feel like I'm there but in my brain, I'm saying what happened, what could we have done to prevent this. We sat together, I cried and tried so hard not to cry in front of him but I just would start crying and wouldn't be able to stop for a few. We called family when I was able to get my wits about me and my mom came and sat with us. Talked to us and Prayed with us. I was so thankful for her coming out to sit with us and be there for us. I had to leave once they found chad a room and that was even harder. I didn't want to leave, I felt like I  left but left my heart there with him. I came home and moved all those clean clothes on his side of the bed so I could feel like he was there. I called him crying, worried about him, and just couldn't sleep. Missed him not being next to me. Kept rolling over looking for him. He had a microscopic incision they found the area in the left side where there must have been a clot. That he has a plac disease and his heart looks good. Now it's been a day over a week and it's been interesting, we have changed our eating habits, I keep waking up in the middle of the night freaking out. Checking on him making sure he's ok. WE KNOW GOD has a reason for us going through all this, We rest in the Lord that he will show us what the next chapter of our lives is. ALL WE KNOW is it's one day at a time and GOD HAS A PLAN for US.