Just over a month ago I had a heart complication while anchored off a deserted island. Long story short, I made it to a hospital on a populated island, was then sent by plane to a larger populated island. After five days spent in a Caribbean hospital and I was told to fly up to London to see a cardiologist. The ordeal is now completely over as we’ve made it back to the Caribbean. Watch the video for the full update and then carry on reading below…
Simon, Sienna, my father-in-law and I just recorded a video message for you. We filmed it on the water across from Portsmouth, UK located at the bottom of England (where Simon’s dad lives). Watch it now…
In the last week I’ve had three ambulance rides, a trip in a private plane, visited two hospitals – staying in one for five days and a commercial flight from the Caribbean to London, England where I’m now situated. Is it time to stop living the dream?
Why do I think it happened in the first place? Has this experience caused me to reevaluate whether my family and I should continue with the cruising life? What do I think about people that have health conditions that do want to go cruising? What’s the the future for sailing Britican? Find out more here…
I could sense the doctor was afraid. I suppose I got a glimpse into the psychic sense that dogs have. Our four legged friends feel or smell fear – don’t they? The doctor looked and acted confident but I knew he wished he wasn’t standing above me. He wished someone else was in his place.
After saying that he needed to act fast, the Doctor proceeded to put a drug into the needle port placed on the top of my hand. At the last minute he pulled back and said, ‘let me check something.’ The doctor started checking my pulse on my legs, under my knees, on my wrist. He then said, hold on and walked out.
I could see the drug on the counter. I was in so much discomfort that I just wanted him to inject it. Without knowing what was going on I Knew (with a capital K) that that drug was going to either help me or perhaps kill me.
After having my heart beat at 233 beats per minute for two hours I was getting ready to give up.
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