Dreams were almost shattered on the day my husband had his heart attack. But what was an almost shattered dream actually became unknown strength. The thought of losing him was too much to bear. But somehow I found the strength inside to not only fight for him to keep doctors fighting for his life, but I also had to fight my body. I found myself refusing to let it shut down. I needed to be strong for him. Somehow I was .
It was shocking to me and to all around me, but I did the nearly impossible. We were living in a basement apartment when the doctor told me that my husband was not to do any stairs. I called my land lord and asked if there was an apartment without stairs. That's where we moved.
Being new to North Dakota, and not knowing anyone, I did something that shocked everyone. Not only did I move all our things from one apartment to the other, but did it alone and had the whole house set up within twenty four hours.
Then I called cousin of my husbands I barely knew, to go get him from the hospital. When he arrived home, he asked who helped me. I told him I'd moved all but the dresser and television.
I told him that then and there was when I found my unknown strength.