WORRIED, STRESS TEST

My husband is stressed out, BIG TIME. He’s scheduled to have a chemical Stress Test this week. Because of his back and leg problems he can’t do the one on the treadmill. For months he’s been pacing the floor with worry over it. He’s mad at the doctor for insisting he have this procedure. He’s convinced he’s going to have a heart attack during it... and end up being admitted to the hospital. Or worse yet, he’s afraid he’ll die right there on the table. Part of it, is due to the fact, he’s heard stories about other men, who have had complications, during or following a Stress Test. He’s positive he’s going to join their ranks. Couple this with the fact… he just had a really scary, unpleasant experience, less than a month ago. Remember, his veins infiltrated and he was in excruciating pain for another test, this doctor had requested. Plus, on top of this, he has COPD, which comes with it‘s own set of problems. He just feels the odds are stacked against him. I’m trying to be upbeat and positive, citing the fact it’s a routine procedure and he‘ll be surrounded by doctors and technicians who know their stuff. He reminds me about the mess they made at the last test. So... I keep telling him, that this gut feeling he has... is nothing more than irrational fears. But between you and I… there’s also a little voice inside me, telling me not to take his dire predictions for granted. In this great big game of life, nothing is certain. You just never know. So I’m saying my prayers and hoping for the best.