That dreaded phone call occurred on a Friday morning, Bob, my husband’s 57th birthday. I received the message at work that my husband had collapsed at his office and was rushed to The Alfred. "Keep calm, it's probably only a recurrence of a heart problem and he will be home tomorrow." But I felt this was serious.
Waiting in Emergency as our three beautiful daughters, their partners and our new grand daughter gathered was a most distressing time especially when it was passed on that one of the nurses had noticed a significant left droop to Bob's face and therefore that dreaded word stroke became our main focus. We didn't know it then but we would make it through the worst. |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 19 November 2008 )
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