Well folks. It’s been a rough week. I called 911 last sat for Dan. Diagnosis was heart failure, which I now know goes hand in hand with lung issues like COPD.
CONGESTIVE HEART FAILURE.
So after 4 days Dan was sent home on a salt free diet along with 7 new medications.
He started going downhill again the next day and today once again had to call 911.
Same thing heart failure. After a couple of hours I could not believe the difference in him, his overall look , mood everything about him was so much improved!
So this brings me to the reason for this post.
Am I the part of Dan’s problem? I hate to think that I am. But maybe it is me that stresses him out and makes him act like he lost his best friend. I honestly don’t know.
His sister who has come down from Ohio said no it’s because when at the hospital he knows help is right there.
I don’t know if I buy this explanation!
Anyone out there have thoughts on this issue or experienced the same thing?
Right now I am feeling awful thinking this could be my fault or partly anyway.
Trying to stay hopeful!
Thanks,
Vicki