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Sorry for the rotten picture of the helicopter that took Steve from Rochelle to St. Anthony's in Rockford but for $13,700 you don't get photos to take home with you

Needless to say, when Steve learned of his impending ride in the helicopter he was not amused however in true hospital style they informed him that they'd drug him for the ride.  Based on his description of the ride it was not fun.  He said they took him onto the roof aimed him at the entrance of the chopper and then swung him around and stuffed his head into the tail of the chopper with an IV hanging in his face.  Obviously not business class but we were thankful for the speedy transportation to Rockford.  It took about 15 minutes.  The wonderful med flight nurse told Steve it would be like riding in her car.  As it bounced around due to the extreme wind Steve told her he really didn't want to ride in her car if this is how it rides.

As I approached St. Anthony's with Shelba the med flight nurse called me in the car from the phone number she wrote down on a pad of note paper attached to her knee.  She said they were there and that the ride was rough but they were taking him immediately into the Cath Lab so when we got there he would be in the middle of the process already.  Wrong!!  Three hours later we learned from his rude doctor that he was out of the Cath Lab and that they could not stop the heart attack because of all the clotting.  He did get a shiny new stint, the largest the doctor had ever put in.  Thank God Cammi, Shelba and Trina were there with me.  It was a long night filled with fear and happiness that he made it through.