Last month my husband called me from work and relayed news that shook me to my core. A dizzying succession of words that I rapidly tried to process. “I’ve lost feeling in my arm, having trouble breathing, the ambulance is coming.” That night, it was confirmed my husband had had a stroke. I called those closest to us and asked for prayers. The stroke recovery was nothing short of miraculous. Within hours, full speech and motor function seemed to be back in place. We tentatively hoped life might go back to ‘normal.’ That was not the will of God. Further tests brought to light a dangerous heart arrhythmia called atrial…