Hey Guys..firstly thank you so much for thinking of us and keeping my son in your prayers.
Bobby is still in the hospital. He is in A-fib. They have tried to bring his heart back to a normal rhythm with a couple of different medications..but it's not working. They did an echocardiogram this morning..found his aorta is slightly enlarged. Although cardiologist feels at this point that is a seperate issue from the Atrial fibrilation.(sorry sp?) My husband also happens to have an enlarged aorta..and it requires monitoring..and likely Bobby's will as well.
This A-fib could have different causes..and the stress he deals with at work, likely doesn't help. (He's a police officer NYPD in Manhattan). It was at work when he first felt ill. Light headed, and could feel his heart beating erracticaly in his chest. Although we did find out he had an episode while sleeping and woke from it..not knowing what it was. The main objective at this point is to get his heart back into a normal rhythm. While some people live with this, they are usually older (I know my dad has it). Since he's only 28, doctors want to see it back to a normal rhythm. This thrid medication along with blood thinners will either help it get back to a normal rhythm, or they will keep him on it, and bring him back to the hospital in four weeks and shock his heart back into a normal rhythm. Sounds scary to me, but they tell us it sounds worse than it is.
Of course for us...it brings back terrible memories of the worst time of our lives...I lost my older daughter due to cardiac issues. ..and while I have no reason to believe this is anything like what she had...it just puts you right back there. Bobby was 7 when we lost his sister..and well, it's something the three of us, have always had between us, when we were a different family. This kid held us together. Gave me a reason to get up in the morning. To go on and make a life for him. He's the reason I'm here today. Ahh..never mind, about that. Just keep a good thought, and keep him in your prayers..even those of you who don't pray..wing one up there for the kid...you never know. He's a good egg, and seen a lot in life for a kiddo his age.. and he busts his hump working at a job that there isn't enough money for most people to take.
Lord, I guess no matter how old they get...they're still your baby. I'm sorry to blubber on so much, just that I think of many of you as friends..some I've met, and some I hope to meet....but over the past few years.. I've come to know your hearts. Your good people. Thanks.
