Today I had a morning appointment (phone) with my GP to discuss the Post Mortem of my husband René and his previous medical records. I made sure I was showered before 9am and ready with my notepad. He called just after 2pm and I got answers I didn’t want but I did ask for.
I am so angry and upset and I don’t know who to turn to so I came here hoping for what I don’t know but I just have to get this out because no one else will listen to the end of my sentence.
René died of a sudden unexpected heart attack. The Coroner had explained that to me already and no doubt due to my new always-out-of-control distraught state told me lots of comforting lies about how it would always have happened blah-de-blah.
The Post Mortem showed all arteries were severely diseased and what finally happened was that the lovely healthy walk we had gone to on the Sunday, when he had gone to get my mums hat because I was too tired and come back with his back pain was the start of a blood clot, this then overnight got stuck in an artery 85% narrowed and blocked it. The heart attack expanded into another part of his heart and it went into a weird rhythm. If someone could have got to him within seconds with a defib and restarted his heart that could have saved him but it would have had to be seconds.
That made me feel better about that I hadn’t forced him to hospital the evening before because the doctor expected it would have had to be literally seconds so unless his bed was next to the machine and someone was there it was too late.
BUT it seems it wasn’t so unexpected after all. René had gone for a cardiogram/heart scans 4 years ago due to high blood pressure at a standard health check and it showed an enlarged heart and a flickering heart muscle (this was news to me, I don’t know if René knew but chose not to tell me, he usually told me all details of his appointments though). The doctor had prescribed him tablets for BP but after 6 months he stopped taking them and told the doctor it was because they were having no effect (his BP didn’t drop…).
They also prescribed him statins but after reading on the internet/books/articles about them (and we watched a lot of documentaries on the subject) he decided not to take them in favour of a lifestyle overhaul, he lost weight, stopped smoking, regular exercise… this year he reduced sugar heavily too.
The doctor had written in his file “he won’t take statins because he thinks corrupt people in government have family with shares in the companies that make them and it is just a con to spend public money to inflate their personal profit when healthy lifestyle could do the same”. I agreed with René then and it was me who showed him these documentaries i remember after an ex-paramedic friend at work at the time had recommended one to me when i was telling him about René.
The doctor said healthy lifestyle could have worked but he would have recommended to take the pills and IF René had continued taking both pills he probably would have lived. He also conceded that if someone had recognised the back pain as Angina instead of back pain when René went to the doctor about it they could have assessed whether to do a heart bypass and since every other part of his body was revealed to be healthy in the Post Mortem then chances are he would have lived a long time still.
I know we shouldn’t do IFs and nothing brings him back but my mind is whirling again.
It’s his birthday tomorrow and I’ll have a “birthday toast” with his brothers and sisters on WhatsApp, They had been saying he was too stubborn not taking his medication last time we had all met (with him and he was arguing with them) and I had defended him but now I feel like I supported the wrong side and I feel ashamed to tell them, my mum or anyone as if I hadn’t have supported him he probably would have taken those pills.
I have been looking to the birthday toast for many weeks (since the funeral) but now I feel like a sham… I participated in this, I was evangelical about the healthy lifestyle after all I read.
If we were wrong about that were we wrong about this house, and so many other things I had started to feel a bit more settled about. I keep trying to anchor myself but just when I think I’m making it for a few hours something rips me up and chucks me again.
I was a bit dazed after the call and the bins needed putting out (learning to do it the evening before now as René used to do it in the morning but that’s not working for me anymore) so I went out and I was crying, not really concentrating and then of course right in front of me looking into my eyes was one of those anti-social men we had reported to the police in the past, I managed to stop crying and he smirked and continued walking past our drive. They will all be very glad René is dead if they know. They also take illegal drugs and do god knows what else but they are all alive and well enough to smirk at me. Seeing his stupid face angered me even further. Also the home automation stopped working again. I keep getting back up but feel so trapped in this new life that totally stinks.
Last night I felt comforted by our house but tonight I feel alone, cold and like it isn’t where I should be but I can’t think where I should be.
I need René to talk to about this but he is not there.