Thursday, December 15th, 2005
11.10 pm. U.S. Pacific Time
2003 – 2005
In December of 2002, my wife, Mari received news from
There was no question or conversation, we both knew she had to go to be with her family. The earliest flight she could book left LAX early January and she spent the next two weeks with her Mom living at the hospital in Whangarei. Her other two brothers, Ian and Graham were in constant attendance. Pete was in a drug induced coma and on every life support system in the ICU.
Mari returned home at the end of January, thinking Peter was on the mend, but within a few days, his condition worsened and she thought she would have to fly back to
We spent many mornings in prayer for Pete and somehow I was prompted to tell Mari that Pete was going to get well, I just knew it in the depths of my being that God’s Spirit was at work within Pete healing his body. I knew if God’s Spirit hadn’t been there doing its healing work, Pete would have already been dead.
One morning Mari told me she felt like she was being torn in half, half of her wanted to be in
The following few weeks gave us some direction as to what we were to do. First of all, I had a concert booked in
After the concert was over in
So, we called his family who put us in touch with some old friends who lived in the very area we were planning on moving to. One of them was a phenomenal architect, and the other, a master builder.
We arrived in
From the bank we went back to our motel room, where Mari’s youngest brother showed up with the real estate section from the local newspaper. As the girls knocked some food together for lunch, I was looking through all the different pictures of properties that were available. And lo, there it was, the perfect place. We drove up, had a look at it, Mari’s Mom said, “This looks like McGuire land to me.” We drove back to the motel, called the real estate lady, and said “We’ll take it.” So, by Saturday night we had purchased the property and found our architect and builder, all within 48 hours of landing in
We spent another couple of weeks with family and friends and returned to the States to finish my concert commitments before moving to
It took from April 2004 to January 2005 to build, and so we moved in. All was going along fine until I started getting negative feedback from the New Zealand Immigration authority, inferring that because of my age and the fact that I had a pacemaker, they thought I would be a burden on the socialized health care system.
One of the test results showed my cholesterol was a bit high. My whole family has high cholesterol and they all lived well into their eighties and even mid-nineties, but the doctor wanted to get my cholesterol down to where he thought it should be, so he put me on a cholesterol lowering medication.
The second pill I took, blew my heart into arrhythmia so off we went to the hospital where they hooked me up to all the machines and put a drip in my hand to give me some more medication, (amiodarone) that was supposed to level out the arrhythmia. But instead, I went into a violent reaction, thrashing around on the table, vomiting, my heart went berserk, I had huge red blotches come up all over my body, my lips swelled up like somebody had punched me in the mouth, the whites of my eyes went totally bloodshot.
Meanwhile the doctor and nurses were banging on the medication dispenser because it wasn’t working. It had only managed to put a drop or two in my veins when it broke down. If it had continued working, I’m sure it would have killed me. Another miracle in our adventure!
After vomiting the poison out of my stomach, and the doctors detaching the intravenous feed to my hand, my body settled right down, heartbeat went back to normal, red blotches started disappearing, breathing was normal, blood pressure was normal, and the doctor’s comment was, “This appears to be an anomaly, we’ve never seen anything like this before.”
They did tell me I was only the second person in that hospital that had ever had a violent reaction to that particular medication.
I wanted to go home, but they said, “No, you need to stay for observation.” I said, “Who’s going to pay for it?” They said, “Aren’t you a resident?” I said, “No.” They said, “Don’t you have medical insurance?” I said, “I do have private insurance, but it doesn’t cover my cardiovascular system because of my pacemaker.” That was the end of the conversation.
Three days later, they put me on a treadmill, and released me with a discharge letter stating, “Next line of investigation would be coronary angiogram. This has been discussed extensively with Mr McGuire but he has opted not to have further investigation in this country and would pursue this further in
So after this little episode, we felt it was time to “get out of Dodge” before something serious happened. Since I’m fully covered with Medicare and Aarp here in the
We sold our brand new, just built, beautiful house, set Mari’s Mom up in a lovely little two-bedroom cottage where we can go visit her two or three months every summer (winter in the US). We packed the rest of our stuff into a twenty foot container and shipped it on to
Somebody just asked me, “How does it feel to be back in
So, that’s the sequence of events from start to finish on the
Hope this satisfies any of you who might be wondering, “What happened?”
Blessings on you all.
I’ll be back, maybe?