It's Electric - My Heart Experience
June 29-30 timeline
Oh no, it’s happening again, I thought to myself as I
quickly found a seat to sit myself down. It would seem for the second week in a
row as we were fellowshipping as a church I would experience several moments of
lightheadedness. It came upon me rather suddenly and the feeling of dizziness
would sometimes be accompanied by moments of gradual darkness to the point of
near blackout. Then came this new and unusual feeling. I could feel this strange
fluttery feeling in my chest. It was as if my heart was palpitating or racing.
These episodes would only last seconds, and I thought perhaps I was just hungry
and in need of water. Quickly I started pounding the water. I would drink the twenty-ounce
bottles of my favorite water in no time. I really didn’t feel hungry, so I just
tried some vegetables that were being served.
Ah, ok, that is better, or so I thought. As I stood talking it came back
yet again. Quickly I grabbed a chair and sat down not revealing to anyone that
something was going on with me. I kept the conversation going just as if
sitting down was part of it. Again, it passed by quickly but the fluttering in
my chest was still going on. I then signaled my wife and let her know we should
be going. I hadn’t let her know anything to this point. As we walked to the car,
I continued to keep all of this to myself.
I am a pastor. We had just finished a spectacular service
about prayer, and I had prayed in the Spirit and anointed some people for
healing. The presence of the Holy Spirit was very evident in our service that
morning. I began rebuking what was happening in me as we walked to my truck. As
I climbed into the driver’s seat of my vehicle, I cautiously began the journey
home. The fluttering action was still going on in my chest. I am also a former
flight paramedic, so as I sat there driving away, I began to think. My thoughts
took me into the direction of recollecting the times I would be on these types
of calls with patients experiencing this very thing. I then decided that just
because I have a great deal of knowledge in this field, I can’t be the one who
says it will be ok and deny what is really potentially happening. I have been
blessed for all of these years to have good health, and the thought of
potentially having some kind of cardiac event was just not setting well with
me. So, I did what most former flight medics would do. I kept on going. Then my
wife looked at me from the passenger seat and asked me, “are you ok?” It was then that I confessed. I told her no I
am not. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her I just didn’t feel right. I
did not go into all of the details, but she knew I had had some issues from the
past week. The past week when I was driving I did nearly black out while
driving and had to stop the vehicle. She panicked to some degree and at that time
we switched drivers. This time when I told her I didn’t feel right she asked me
what I was going to do. We were on route 136 west of Rantoul, Illinois just
outside of Fisher and I said I was going to turn right at the four-way stop.
Still not knowing fully what I was meaning by “I don’t feel right” my wife
tried to figure out what was in that direction. After she was unsuccessful in
guessing what was happening in that way I told her I wanted to go to the
hospital there to get checked out. That is when the angst set in. Immediately she
wanted to drive. I calmly said no, I can get us there calmly and I know you
will be upset and panicked so I can do this. The entire time I am telling her
this, my chest is still fluttering. Then
it happened again. That near blackout moment hits me and I began to tell her,
oh no, hear it comes, as I pulled the vehicle over. We then switched drivers
and yep, you guessed it, she drove like a bat out of you know where. I calmly reminded her this was the reason I
didn’t want her to drive, and she replied to me she is just driving like it’s
an ambulance. At one point in our relationship, we both used to work together
for a local level one trauma center’s ambulance company. She would drive me to
the hospital while I was treating a patient, so to her this was reliving that
moment. Needless to say, I said no more.
We arrived at the hospital, and I was immediately taken to a
room and there were the nurses I used to work with. They wouldn’t let my wife
come back with me until they knew what was happening, which would turn out to
be a good thing yet take quite some time. They quickly hooked me up to the
cardiac monitor and the reason for that feeling in my chest was quickly
revealed. Low and behold, as we all looked with utter amazement at the cardiac monitor,
we could see my heart was literally racing. My heartrate was racing at a rate
of 232 beats per minute. Now for those who don’t know, a normal range of heart
rate is between 60 and 80 beats per minute. If you are running or exercising something
around 100 is tolerable, but this rate is dangerously high. I looked at my
nurse, of whom I had worked with before and I asked her, “Is it SVT?” She said yes and then the frightening parts
began and I was still without my wife by my side. This is probably a good thing
because what happens next was frightening to me. What they were about to do to
me, I had done to others in my time as a flight medic. I had seen it work, and
I had seen it have some adverse reactions where we would end up having to do
CPR on the patient to get them back because the medicine is so intense. I began
to pray and ask the Lord to protect my family. I prayed, Lord like Hezekiah
asked for more years, Lord I am asking because there is so much left to do in
the kingdom. I was about to get Adenosine, which literally stops your heart for
a second in an effort to restart it in the correct slower rhythm. As they
prepared to give the first dose, I prayed, Lord I am in your hands, and they
gave it. I felt it mildly. It wasn’t as abrupt to me as I had witnessed it to
some of my patients. This was probably due to the fact it was unsuccessful. In
those cases when the first dose is ineffective, they double the dose and try
again. Now I was really concerned. Again, I prayed, Lord protect my family, and
if I can have those years let your will be done here. They pushed that second dose of double the
amount through me. I groaned in agony as I felt it go through my body. My
heartrate dipped momentarily, and my body pains subsided gradually. Imagine a
great amount of weight being suddenly upon your chest and then being gradually
rolled off of you towards your waist. As the pressure subsided, I took a look
at the cardiac monitor and again – it didn’t work. I was still running at
230. Fear came over me because I knew what
usually comes after failed medicine regimes. Normally, if the meds do not work,
a person is shocked. Yep, that is correct. A person is then prepared for a synchronized
cardioversion. In this process they
shock your heart at just the right time in an attempt to get it back in the correct
rhythm. I have done this procedure on people in the prehospital setting, and I
again was having flashbacks to the reaction of my patients who went through
this painful process. Then the doctor said those amazing words. The doctor said
wait. Wait never sounded so good to me. He said there could be something underlying,
so I am going to check with the specialist. Soon he came in with another
medicine option and it brought my rate down to half of what it was, and I was now
running at a rate of 126. With the slowdown in rate there was a new concern. Now
that the rate was a little slower the rhythm was now a slightly more eligible and
the concern for an atrial arrythmia came up. It was then that I was admitted to
the ICU and put on a 24-hour drip of this drug bringing my rate down. However,
it wasn’t enough.
After 24 hours of this infusion going into my body my rate
never went below 126. As a matter of fact, if I tried to stand or move to much
it would spike back up over 200. I was literally bedbound still. I was some
what discouraged by this as I began to think of how I just can’t be in bed all
the time. Urinating in a jug while sitting in a bed is not easy, I am telling
you. All modesty goes by the wayside as you just want to be successful in
keeping things dry. The doctor comes in
and tells me what I had been thinking was coming all along. He comes in and
tells me that since my heartrate is still too high, I will need to be
cardioverted. They are going to shock me. My response was simple. I just
responded, “yeah, I thought that was coming next”. The thought process of my
heart being shocked began to race through my mind. We shock hearts to restart
them when people’s hearts aren’t working. My heart is working and now we are
going to shock it. What happens if the shock makes it not work. I texted my
kids and made sure they knew I loved them. My oldest son’s birthday was going
to be in a few days, so I wanted him to know I loved him and was proud of him
and his little family. I seriously didn’t know how this would be for me. I had thoughts
of how I’ve seen so much death in my time and how one minute you are someone
and the next minute you are a memory. I thought of my lovely wife and hoped she
would be well taken care of without me. I’m serious, these things come to you
when you are about to get shocked. Then the lighter side came to me. It’s like God
said, I got you. I started thinking of the KISS song, Shock Me. It has lyrics
in it that say, “shock me, make me feel better”. It was totally as if the Lord was trying to
say it would be fine. I began to sing in my head I trust in God, my Savior One,
He has never failed. I kept all of this
in because my wife was already struggling with this. Then the doctor comes in just before the procedure
and gives us an encouraging word. He tells us that shocks are safer than medicinal
treatment and everything will be good. He tells us I will be put to sleep for
it and when I wake up it will be over. That’s when I began to think what if I
wake up in heaven. Then it was time.
In rolls the crash cart. I already had defib pads on my
chest and they fished the open connector out of my gown. My wife was still in
the room as they began to get things in position for the procedure. A nurse
anesthetist walked in and went through the routine questions and procedures
with me. Soon the doctor walked in and gave the order for everyone to take
their places. My wife was escorted out of the room. Her eyes were all welled up
with tears as she was alone now. None of our kids were there with her and she
was by herself now. Our youngest son had spent the night with me, and he was
home sleeping and the others for the most part live out of town. I said softly
to her that it would be ok. I said it as much for her sake as for my own.
Again, I prayed to the Lord and said Lord, I am in your hands. The nurse anesthetist
began the sedative and as I wondered how long it would take to work the next
thing I knew I was out. There was a period there of absolutely nothing. Then I
remember hearing my name and them saying we are done, it’s all over. I saw my
wife standing over me with her smile and her eyes still sweating ever so
lightly. I asked if it only took one shock. You see sometimes it can take more
than one attempt. Each attempt the amount of electricity is increased, and with
the way I didn’t respond to the medicine, I was curious as to how my body
responded to being shocked. Emphatically
they all said in unison, “ yes, it only took one”! I groggily replied with a Praise Jesus. That is when I knew how blessed I was and how
Jesus had given me that extra time I had requested. Some may say that this is a routine thing for
SVT, but anything can happen in these situations. I have done this same
treatment with people and seen them go into a flatline rhythm we call
asystole. The flashbacks were surreal,
and the thought of leaving my family at times was overwhelming. Still today I
think of what I want to do while I am still here. I know where I am going, yet
I want to make sure while I am still here my family knows how much I love them.
I want them to know how much I know Jesus and that I know He is the reason I
have what I have.
I also think of my church family. I have only been with them
a short time as well. As I stated we had just come out of a great service where
the Holy Spirit was present in a big way. I think of how much is still to be
done there and how much God has in store for us. I know the Lord has brought me
there not to be done prematurely for some physical ailment, but to work in the
presence of His Spirit and see the Kingdom glorified through this church. This church banded together and prayed for me
and still does. It is amazing to me as I prayed over people that morning of
this event, the people then banded together and began praying over me from
where they were. God is so good, and I am thankful for His presence in my life.
Everyday I have prayed as I start each day a prayer of thanks for a day not
promised. That prayer holds greater significance and meaning after this past
event. You see, not only did I make it through all of the treatments to get
back into a good and slower rhythm, but after it was all finished it was concluded
that this was indeed simply and SVT rhythm. There is not an atrial dysrhythmia,
which is a great thing as SVT is the lesser of all evils and more easily
treated. They then did a couple of other tests to be sure of no further damage,
and they proved all was well. I am here to tell you that when we pray things
happen. The Lord has truly touched me, and I am forever grateful. I will never take a day for granted.
As Jesus told His disciples, the hour of His coming is not
known, even the Son doesn’t know, only Father knows. Until then, we must, we
have to, we need to be as much like Jesus as we can be. We just don’t know, but
we can know where we are going. Jesus also said in my Father’s house are many
rooms and I am going there to prepare a place for you. I didn’t know if that
was going to be that day or not, but I knew my place was prepared for me and I
just had to trust in God, my Savior One, He has never failed. One way or the
other I was going to be ok. Thankfully it is here. Now more than ever it is
time to reflect Jesus, because the hour truly is not known.