My brother runs with a broken heart. Day 50
My brother runs with a broken heart.
Today my brother completed the half marathon in Chicago in an hour 40.
3 years ago he had open heart surgery at the age of 21, which sucked by the way.
The look on my little brother..s face before heading off to the room where a Dr. would fix his broken heart is a look that I never want to see again.
It was a combination of fear and sadness that no one should experience.
The night before his surgery Andrew and I hung out, we went into chicago and had dinner at the Grand Luxe . On the way back cold play was on and it depressed us.
I told him that they would shave his chest so we decided that I would do it instead to cut back on time spent in the waiting room and possibly letting some nurse nick him. My father was sitting there and we were making jokes while my girlie razor cleared a path to his heart. Shaving cream was everywhere and we laughed and made sarcastic comments. Laughing is medicine in my family without it I think I would have pushed someone down the stairs. When my grandfather lay dying all anyone did was laugh around his bed. I suppose that sounds insensitive but life is insensitive enough I don..t need to stand around and soak up the horrendous experience presented before me. There is plenty of time for that.
My brother came out of surgery, the Dr. said that there was more damage than they had thought but that they fixed his heart and all was good.
He was born with his problem, he was born with a broken heart. He is pretty sensitive, my little brother, so he came into the world already a little sad. But, something different drives Andrew, he runs. He has always ran and lifted weights. Weeks before he was told he needed surgery he carried me me up a hill while we were hiking out here in LA. Yep, I probably caused a gasket in his valve to blow riding piggyback that day. Andrew is 6 2 and I, 5..6. Yep, probably blew a gasket.
When Andrew started running again after his surgery he told me that he almost cried cause it felt like knives stabbing him in the chest. He probably did cry but my tough brother doesn..t want anyone to know that.
Most people would have given up. Most people would never have started to run after open heart surgery. Not Andrew he kept on running and today finished his first marathon. The heart is pretty resilient after all.
Andrew inspires me to exercise and everyday that I work out or run he enters my mind. Without andrew perhaps I..d be laying on the couch watching someone else running on television.
Think I'll have me a run.
Today my brother completed the half marathon in Chicago in an hour 40.
3 years ago he had open heart surgery at the age of 21, which sucked by the way.
The look on my little brother..s face before heading off to the room where a Dr. would fix his broken heart is a look that I never want to see again.
It was a combination of fear and sadness that no one should experience.
The night before his surgery Andrew and I hung out, we went into chicago and had dinner at the Grand Luxe . On the way back cold play was on and it depressed us.
I told him that they would shave his chest so we decided that I would do it instead to cut back on time spent in the waiting room and possibly letting some nurse nick him. My father was sitting there and we were making jokes while my girlie razor cleared a path to his heart. Shaving cream was everywhere and we laughed and made sarcastic comments. Laughing is medicine in my family without it I think I would have pushed someone down the stairs. When my grandfather lay dying all anyone did was laugh around his bed. I suppose that sounds insensitive but life is insensitive enough I don..t need to stand around and soak up the horrendous experience presented before me. There is plenty of time for that.
My brother came out of surgery, the Dr. said that there was more damage than they had thought but that they fixed his heart and all was good.
He was born with his problem, he was born with a broken heart. He is pretty sensitive, my little brother, so he came into the world already a little sad. But, something different drives Andrew, he runs. He has always ran and lifted weights. Weeks before he was told he needed surgery he carried me me up a hill while we were hiking out here in LA. Yep, I probably caused a gasket in his valve to blow riding piggyback that day. Andrew is 6 2 and I, 5..6. Yep, probably blew a gasket.
When Andrew started running again after his surgery he told me that he almost cried cause it felt like knives stabbing him in the chest. He probably did cry but my tough brother doesn..t want anyone to know that.
Most people would have given up. Most people would never have started to run after open heart surgery. Not Andrew he kept on running and today finished his first marathon. The heart is pretty resilient after all.
Andrew inspires me to exercise and everyday that I work out or run he enters my mind. Without andrew perhaps I..d be laying on the couch watching someone else running on television.
Think I'll have me a run.
posted by Haley at 9:33 PM
1 Comments:
awesome post. cheers for andrew and cheers for you.
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