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My husband has had his surgery. He came through it with flying colors, until he had 2 seizures in the recovery room.

The doctors decided to keep him for observation. So, around 6 pm he finally got a room and I was able to join him. He got a little sleep, but it was rough since he was having cramps and nausea. I tried to help through the night with getting him clear fluids and jello. He was craving coffee of course. He has drunk the stuff since he was 4 years old.

Since I was not at home, I could not use my breathing machines to sleep. (I have severe sleep apnea). I might get 5 minutes, but then awake with my heart racing and a very light headed feeling. We kept waiting until the doctors came in and even then they were not sure about him going home. Evidently they were not sure if the seizures were as a result of the medicine from the anesthesia, or were a sign of something else.

When they kept giving him physical tests about coordination, it finally sank in that they were making sure that he had not had a clot, or stroke. Finally they figured out that it was all of the stress that he’d had over the last two months from the beginning of November.

They gave us the good news that he could go home, and we went home. After 35 hours without any proper sleep, I was grumpy and a little punch drunk. God was good and we made it home and finally to our very own lumpy bed. YAHOO ! We had our life back.

Through this happening, I learned that caffein and cheddar cheese are my friends. Did I mention a little punch drunk? snicker…..

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I’ve been thinking about some of the unusual animals that we’ve had. The one that comes to mind we called Junior. He was a neutered male cat that was solid black.

At the time that we had him, my husband was having seizures. He was having grand-mal and petit-mal types of seizures each day. One day he told me that when he would come out of a seizure, he would find Junior right next to him. The cat would be purring loudly right next to my husband’s head. I saw this happen one day when I had gone out into the yard to hang up laundry on the clothes line next door. Our neighbor allowed us to use it since she didn’t use it. While I was out there, I had locked the door to the trailer, because he was asleep. The next thing that I knew, Junior had found a way to get outside and was raising a ruckus. When I turned around and followed him, he led me to the front door, then through the trailer to the bedroom, where my husband had gotten out of bed and fallen onto the electric heater and was having a seizure. I rushed over and removed him from the heater just as it clicked on and the coils started to glow.

I expected to find that my husband’s stomach would be severely burned from the heater, but it wasn’t burned. Junior, our cat, had saved his life, if not his health. Another time my husband was standing in the kitchen when he toppled over onto the floor and went into a grand-mal seizure. Before I could get to him, Junior had inserted himself under my husband’s head and used his body to act as a cushion while my husband jerked in the seizure. He wouldn’t let me remove him until the seizure was stopped. The cat then got by my husband’s head and started to purr very loudly. My husband admitted that having Junior there purring helped him to recover from each seizure, and not be scared. We lost Junior in 1997 when he was 12 years old. We do not know why he died, we know that we miss him greatly.

People aren’t the only ones who can be heroes.

My husband no longer has seizures. We have other babies now. One of them, Dipper, is sensitive to when His blood sugar gets too low. God continues to bless.

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