Diagnosis: Heart Attack. Karla Weller

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      He often was found walking down the hospital hallway and asking passing nurses or visitors where the terminal was. He had to catch an imaginary plane to Paris and just failed to find his way! It was beyond doubt that his job had remained Gerd’s top priority even now; his subconscious wanted to go back to work! Moreover, he often spoke to people in English instead of German. Did he believe himself being on a business trip in his mind?

      Because wandering up and down the hall might also be dangerous for Gerd, precautions had been taken. So one day, when I came to visit, I found him strapped to his wheelchair once again. He was not aware what kind of a vehicle he was sitting in and complained instead, “I want to get out of this car! Get me out here!” He was completely disoriented, “Where am I? What day is it?” He asked these questions incessantly without really being able to understand the responses. I often met him in the hallway, deeply saddened, his face covered in tears. He wanted to go on a trip, but couldn’t find his ticket, he explained.

      These terrible hours of depression were followed by phases of complete overconfidence when he wanted to make a phone call, for example, even though he couldn’t push the buttons because he didn’t even know which way to hold the phone. He wanted to go home and resume his normal life, though he would never be able to get his bearings. He believed that if he just managed to leave the hospital, everything would return to “normal” again.

      My mother and Justin accompanied me to the hospital almost every weekend. It was the year of his final exams, and Justin’s grades were suffering a lot due to the pain he felt over his dad’s sickness. The boy hadn’t been able to catch a good night’s sleep for months. Whenever he closed his eyes, he remembered his father fighting for his life. His teacher was of the opinion that Justin should be over it after six months! He probably thought the same thing we did earlier; that after surviving a heart attack, Gerd simply would have to focus on living healthier, changing his eating habits for the better, lowering his cholesterol and taking long walks in the fresh air more often. None of us could imagine the challenges we and especially Gerd would have to face every day instead.

      The whole nursing staff devotedly worked with Gerd so he would regain a certain level of independence. With the patience of angels, they encouraged him to shave his own face by placing a razor in his right hand so he could do a few strokes. If he had repeated a movement once or twice, with supervision, he was actually able to continue on his own. But then he would stand there, helpless in front of the mirror, wanting to put down the razor without knowing how to do it and where. That proved his muscle memory was still working, but his brain simply wasn’t able to properly process the whole information.

      One nurse even rubbed healing oil on the soles of his feet every night and sang Indian mantras and healing songs with him. On those evenings when she was on night shift, I could drive home, feeling completely at ease, assured Gerd would sleep well and was being cherished.

      Although Gerd was cared for so lovingly in the Alps, I still pressed for him to be transferred to the rehabilitation clinic at Lake Constance, because that facility had a very good reputation with respect to therapies and reintegration into daily life. So I got in touch with the head of that clinic and did everything in my power to get my husband’s transfer started.

January–March 2012 Lake Constance Rehabilitation Center

      At the end of January 2012, the time had come. My sister Beate and I picked Gerd up in Wangen in the morning, packed his things and accompanied him to the exit. Suddenly, Gerd stood still and began to cry in the stairwell. It was totally unexpected and I couldn’t cope with it at first, so I tried to calm him. “Look Gerd, you’ve come such a long way already. You can leave this clinic on your own two feet now and get into our car without help! When you came here 10 weeks ago, you were still in a coma and no one knew if you would ever wake up again in the first place!” “Yes. Yes, you’re right!” Gerd said. He took a very deep breath and squared his shoulders before he entered the elevator which took us down to the clinic exit.

      A few weeks later, I learned that one should never try to suppress or hold back tears because those are melted ice which was built up to protect a broken heart. So crying meant the only way a heart could liberate itself to heal, allowing one to breathe freely and finally love again!

      With the many other disabilities Gerd had to face now, caused by the oxygen deficiency which had damaged his brain, we had nearly forgotten about the original trigger, namely, the heart attack. Today, his heart finally responded and took an important step toward freeing itself from its suffering!

      It was a beautiful, warm pre-spring day in January and we were driving from the Bavarian Alps to Lake Constance, trusting another important phase was starting.

      But when we arrived, we were faced with a harsh reality: Gerd was not admitted to the highly praised and acclaimed rehabilitation ward, but was instead booked in the secure ward for the mentally ill!

      I hadn’t expected this; I wasn’t aware that this was even an option and the shock shook me to my core. Reaching the second floor of the clinic, you had to ring a doorbell to be admitted by an employee. At the end of the long hallway, a common room was found which was bright and practically furnished. The gorgeous view of Lake Constance which glistened peacefully in the spring sun was so peaceful. Unfortunately, Gerd wasn’t able to enjoy this view, since he couldn’t see.

      Moreover, I had no idea how many other patients Gerd would be confronted with here. How was he supposed to find his bearings in a group of people he didn’t know and couldn’t see? He was completely defenseless with his severely limited perception! How was I supposed to drive home and leave him there in good conscience?

      Gerd shared a room with another patient, a young man who СКАЧАТЬ