It’s been way too long since I last wrote anything new here, and right now there is no excuse for that, so I’m going to do a quick update on the past few months.
Since I first wrote about my weight struggle back in October, I’ve been in a mostly downward spiral. Maybe I should have expected that, given the spiritual impact that I wrote about. It has definitely been a war, and I’ve not been doing a lot of winning. My weight stayed about the same for a few weeks, and then it slowly started rising again. It wasn’t terrible, but I did gain about 10 pounds and I definitely did not feel good. My back continued to get worse and it was hard to walk more than a few yards at a time. As a result, I quit trying.
I was managing to hold steady on my weight but was making no progress at all on getting any of it back off. My health overall seemed to be less than ideal. I felt ‘off’ and I battled a cold/flu for well over a month after the first of the year. I finally seemed to shake that, but still just didn’t feel good.
On the morning of March 15, I woke up very early with a terrible case of either stomach flu or food poisoning. After a few hours of going through all of that, my chest began to hurt a little. I figured I had strained some chest muscles from heaving, but the pain continued to increase and my left arm began to hurt. At that point, I told Debbie we had better call 911 and get to the hospital. The ambulance came and after working with me a bit, they loaded me up and away we went to the hospital.
The lockdown on the hospital had just begun a few days earlier, so Debbie wasn’t allowed to go in with me at all. That didn’t do much for my nerves and emotions, but it was what it was. They ran a bunch of tests and initially, they said that I had not had a heart attack. A second round of tests a few hours later returned different results, however, and it turned out that I had indeed had another heart attack.
I was admitted and the next day they did a heart catheterization and determined that I had another blockage right at the mouth of the stent they had placed back when I had the first heart attack in August of 2017. So they had to place another stent. There were a few complications with the catheterization, and what should have taken 15 to 20 minutes ended up taking well over 2 hours. They did succeed though and the aftermath was actually not nearly as bad as the first time.
By Tuesday I was able to be discharged, and I have been recovering at home since. The doctor told me to take it easy, and not go out and about. Of course, that hasn’t been hard to do, with the lockdown and all, but it has left me a bit vulnerable to possible infection, so we have been pretty vigilant in making sure we keep things sterilized and infection/virus free.
Between the heart attack and this ongoing lockdown, my mental health has really taken a beating. But I have the best wife in the world to support me, and I’ve got Holy Spirit to sustain me, so I’m moving forward. Hopefully, I’ll soon be able to start walking again and start making progress again in my weight battle. I have lost almost 10 pounds since the heart attack, so that is the start of my progress.
I am hoping to start writing much more regularly again, so if all goes well, I should have another two or three posts this week, continuing the history of my weird life and the long strange trip it has been.
Things That I Write About
Here are my 10 “Words of Wisdom” that I have learned so far in my 60 years of life. These ten things are what I wish to leave as my legacy. Let me know what you would add to this list or what you would have different on your list. I’d genuinely like to know. Even though I’m 60, I’m not finished learning.
I came across a song that I’d actually forgotten about by a group called Daniel Amos. The song is “Happily Married Man” and it reminded me of just how blessed and fortunate I am to BE a Happily Married Man. But the greatest thing that guarantees that I am a Happily Married Man is that we both love God, we both have our identity in Jesus, and we both need the daily filling of the Holy Spirit to lead us through each day. We keep our marriage, and our lives focused on Jesus and not on other things or people. It is always Jesus first, and then each other.
On Thursday, July 23, 2020, my Pops, Robert Dubois, entered into Jesus’ presence. He had suffered for several years with COPD, with frequent flare-ups and hospitalizations, and he had gotten to the point that he had to be on supplemental oxygen. But he’d been feeling pretty good for several weeks. We talked to him on…
Here are some random thoughts I’ve had this week during my times with God. Why Do The Expected Normal? Following Jesus Christ, being filled with his Holy Spirit, being a child of God; none of these are “normal” to the world. And they are not supposed to be. We are not of this world any…
Some days I will continue to share my memories of my past. It has been a long strange trip so far, and my journey has shaped a large part of who I am today. But it is God who has molded me into exactly who I am now. And if I don’t also write about how God is continuing to mold and shape me, I am missing the main point of my life right now. My past is interesting, and my struggles are real. But my walk with God is vital, and I firmly believe that my walk with Him today is why I am here to write about my past.