Angie Tukuafu

81 days since my cardiac arrest. Life is starting to get back to a normal pattern.  Kids are back to school.  I have started to go back to work.  But the last 81 days have taught me a lot, and has changed me in many ways. The month of July is blurry.  I spent most of it on oxycodone.  From someone that has done chest compressions on many people, you don't really know what it feels like until you experience it.  My ribs didn't even break, for gosh sakes!  How do bones hurt that don't break?!?! No amount of my essential oils were breaking this pain, and I just keep remembering my friend Kim saying she had been in a roll-over car accident and only used wintergreen, peppermint & panaway during recovery... Dang it, I'm a wimp... God blessed us with stable enough finances that my husband, Inoke, was able to stay home with me for the first 6 weeks of recovery.  I am so lucky that we had such an amazing year in 2016 to build our marriage so that 6 straight weeks of

June 30th I learned several very important things.  . First, there clearly is a God. And He puts people where He needs them... Also, you don't get to die unless He is ready for you. Second, I have hope for humanity because there are still good people willing to help strangers. Third, I don't believe in coincidences. And lastly, EVERYONE needs to learn CPR. . So I owe a story to everyone, to explain why I feel so strongly about these beliefs. You see, it is a cool story, but when I tell it I feel like I am talking about someone else.... Maybe a patient I had last week... Because I remember very minimal from that work week, my cardiac arrest or my hospital stay. . On June 30th, just after 5pm, I was just outside Hastings driving to Red Wing to teach an essential oil and natural health class. I called my husband, Inoke, on my wireless headphones to tell him I was having a panic attack, couldn't breathe and that I felt like my heart was racing. He told me I was calm at