Suddenly, breathing was easy and the room illuminated in a perfect light. I thought he had fixed my heart until I saw a nurse run into the room from the adjoining room (observation). Then I saw the look on everybody's face, including my wife who had barged her way into the far left side of the next room. I could not hear anything. I watched the doctor and two nurses working on me while my main focus went to my wife. Then I thought about the kids and my parents. My wife's face was so scared, so lonely, and so frightened. Yet, I did not understand why. I wanted to convey to her that I am great, but I couldn't and it didn't frustrate me. I loved her and everybody else in the room equally and it made no difference. God's light illuminated the whole room and me; He filled me.
At some point, I'm not sure if I thought: hey I have two kids left home, parents, grandchildren, and a loving wife so I must go home, or if I was told to go back. I remember thinking if I go back it's going to hurt like hell, and it did.
It wasn't until recovery that I thanked the nurse that ran in to help. I could not see him from the position I was laying. He told the others and they came in my room repeatedly asking where I saw them standing, each time freaking out.
Over the next few days I would v tack, but told them I wasn't going anywhere for a while.