Part 3

We had to leave our beautiful Memory walk and head back to Arkansas. We packed up to head home and stopped in Branson. Wow, Memory lane again.,
We had tickets for the Bobby Vinton Concert. I was one happy person. I had been a fan of his since I was 16. His song "Roses are Red" came out the year I turned 16.
To  our surprise, Coy and Lou showed up to surprise us.We had a great time and I gave Bobby a Rose as he sang "The Song" I had a hug and my day was complete.

As we travel, I am still pretty sick, but happy. As we arrive in Utah, We decide to check out Park City, The home of the 2002 Winter Olympics. It is only off the mail freeway a few miles. It IS on top of a Mountain.
All the streets reminded us of San Francisco. Our Main purpose for the going there was to purchase our grandchildren a Beanie from the Olympics.
We see a Team USA shop and I buy lots of Beanies. One for each child and my self. My chest is hurting pretty bad. I stop every few feet and just breathe. I am in horrible pain as I walk into the next shop. Only to find the price is half what I just paid. NO WAY, PAIN OR NOT I M GETTING MY MONEY BACK!
Back we go down the street. When we arrive at Team USA, I tell them I have found the hats cheaper and I would like a refund. They can see I am in physical distress. They tell me to sit and have water.
They will give me the difference back on my hats. That is OK too.
Dave and I have lunch somewhere, because by now nothing matters or looks real t o me.

We then drive to the Olympic village. The Village is  having tours. I ask the guard. "is walking involved?"
OH Yes it is and I have to miss an opportunity of a lifetime. Some of the Athletes are right now practicing.
I look at David and say,"Honey I better Not, I do  not feel so good and this elevation is giving me a horrible headache"
We travel on to town and find a motel for the night. It is really early but I need to rest, David grabs a paper and reads and visits with guests of the motel while I pull IT back together.

Now we are on the road to home and I am so tired I want to just close my eyes and forget the world exists.
As we drive in I am so happy to be back to my bed and rest, And find help.
When would I ever turn down a chance to see Olympics and see where all the activity took place.
Well I had just done it.

I call my doctor and say. "I need HELP!"
Blood test are run and I am rushed in. Get in here now.
Clayton grabs my file and sing songs, "you are in trouble, you are in trouble"
MY Triglycerides are too high.
However since I passed and EKG and STRESS test earlier this year, I was just going to watch my diet and go on med.
NOPE I wanted to talk to DR RIGHT NOW!
"Something is wrong I tell her"
She talks  to the Dr and he says, "Set her up for a Stress test"
When we start the test, I have to tell him, When I hurt and when he must stop the test.
I have muscular legs and I look fine, However looks are deceiving.
He says to me, "Sue you may have had a small heart attack, I am sending you over to the hospital for test,"
 I ask,"Will I stay overnight?"
Pack a Bag anyway, but I think they may give you med and send you home.
He was calling an ambulance to take me over, since I had drove in. Just in case!!!
I protested strongly.
I said, "You know I have been this sick for over four years, I will drive home and drive myself to the hospital., I will go home and pick up my husband and go up."
Dr says, "If you do not go You could die tonight , we just put your heart to a test"

Oh I am going alright. I know I am sick, I know it is my heart, I know more than he does.
And I am not a doctor.

9 days later I go home.
5 way bypass with 100% blockage in my main artery with 5 other places 80 and 90 % blocked.
I am told "You are a walking autopsy."
God has something for you to do. You just do not see this in live people, it is usually found in autopsy.
So when you see me cutting up, working in the yard, Doing for others,  Laughing Loud and Long,
Loving deeply .
You know I have a reason to be happy.
I am celebrating Life, Every precious moment of it.