Patra's Other Place

I started out with Patra's Place, primarily dedicated to my linen collection and stitching projects. But I kept getting side-tracked, so I decided to create Patra's Other Place for anything not related to embroidery topics. So you now have a choice. If you are interested in me, read this. If you only want to see my linen and stitching, visit Patra's (original) Place! (Please note that by clicking on any of the photos, they will be enlarged to fill your computer screen.)

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Location: Melbourne, Vic., Australia

I am married to Ken. We have no children except a cat and a collection of Australian parrots, finches, canaries and a dozen hens.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

September 7th - The Fourth Anniversary.

Four years ago today, my husband was fighting for his life...well HE wasn't - but the medical team at the Northern Hospital certainly were. Our GP had diagnosed him with pneumonia around 7 pm and sent him to hospital immediately. The first hospital we went to was a private hospital and didn't have an emergency room, so they called an ambulance to take Ken to one of the bigger public hospitals. I rode up front with the driver, and the sirens were on all the way there. I didn't dare look behind me to see what the paramedics were doing to keep Ken alive. When we got to the hospital they raced him past everyone else in Casualty, and within minutes there must have been about 12 people milling around him, taking samples of everything, doing X Rays, and pumping him full of God only knows what. I called Ken's sister, and she arrived with her daughter, who is a nurse. I went to pieces completely when they arrived, and the three of us were escorted to a private waiting room where kind nurses gave us cups of tea and calmed me down. It was hours later when a doctor came in to tell us Ken had been put on a life support system, but the outlook was not good.

The next few days were a blur of constant phone calls and hospital visits. On the evening of September 11, I was channel surfing cable t.v., not really concentrating on anything, my mind on Ken. When the first plane hit the WTC, I wondered what Spielberg movie this was? But then the second plane went in, and I realised that it was Fox News live, not a movie. I felt like my little world was collapsing around me. The next day, Ken's doctor told me he was going to do a tracheotomy (sp) to help Ken start breathing again, and I said "What's the point, he's going to die, isn't he?" The doctor looked shocked and said "Don't say that - he might hear you!" (He didn't - I asked him later!) But I was so depressed, I just couldn't see anything good happening any more.

As you will have figured out if you have been reading my previous posts, Ken survived to get on with his life pretty much as before, but with one major change - he quit smoking. From 50 cigarettes a day for 45 years, to zilch - nothing. I have never smoked, so I can only imagine how difficult it has been for him, and he says that now and then, he is tempted to have a smoke - but just for a fleeting second - then it's gone. I am so proud of him for hanging in there; we both know it would be (almost) instant death if he were to start again, as he has advanced emphysema, which will inevitably kick in as he gets older. But we aren't thinking about that for now. Love you heaps, dearest.


Blogger Pam Kellogg said...

Gina, thank you for sharing this story with us. How horrible it must have been for you to go through that with Ken and 9/11 at the same time.

Hugs to you dear friend!

Thursday, 08 September, 2005  
Blogger ms*robyn said...

what a terrible thing to have to go through. I have never been a smoker either but my dear Joe was..until our daughter was born and he gave up... that was 16 years ago. so glad that you both can now celebrate his life. xx

Thursday, 08 September, 2005  
Blogger Medieval Lady said...

Hi Gina,
I feel like it's been such a long time. Thank you for sharing. Way to go Ken!!!! My dad used to be a heavy smoker. Even when he had his heart attack he would demand to go out for a smoke. I remember 9/11 I was teaching and another teacher broke into my room and said they bombed Keith's place. My heart stayed in my throat. Was the longest day of my life. Happy 4th and many, many more to come.

Friday, 09 September, 2005  
Blogger Medieval Lady said...

p.s. What gets to me is my stupid brother. He now smokes, even though he saw what it did to my dad. I can also make an agruement for second hand smoke as thanks to my dad's smoking. I was left with lots of breathing problems. Again, Congrat's.

Friday, 09 September, 2005  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

So glad your hubby pulled through, thank the Lord for his tender mercies to us. What a terrible time that must have been.

Monday, 12 September, 2005  

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