Scott and Margee Aycock

by Rebekah Greiman

05/07/2012

Even sitting still, Scott’s legs moved to an unheard drumbeat. Margee, meanwhile, folded her right leg underneath her and relaxed into the couch. She recounted their first years together, while he excused himself for a glass of water.

“That’s just how he is,” Margee said. “I’m content and he’s always wondering how I can be so content. I told him, ‘I have what I want and I don’t have what I don’t want.’”

A week later, Margee’s mantra was about to be put to the test.

Scott was doing his usual core strength training in the gym at Tulsa Community College. The exercises included rounds of lifting weights, pushups, and jumping rope. Bending down to replace his weights, he got lightheaded and sat down. He began to sweat profusely, then vomited on the floor of the gym. Some friends saw his body going into seizure; one of them called an ambulance, and then Margee. He was rushed the two miles to St. John Medical Center.

It was Valentine’s Day, 2012, and Scott’s heart had given out.

Margee remembers she was in a great mood that morning, headed to her adult painting class at TCC’s west campus and looking forward to seeing her students. A colleague approached her in the hallway with a note to call the metro campus immediately concerning her husband.

She and their two sons, Jesse and Dylan, beat the ambulance to the hospital. Scott was looking worse than hospital staff expected. Surgery was imminent.

Margee prayed for Scott in a private hospital waiting room as two stents—mesh “pipes” that inflate like a balloon—were placed inside of Scott’s heart to remove the blockage. The surgery was a success. A few hours later and Scott was recounting his near death with his wife and kids.

“All I really thought about was Margee and my boys,” Scott recalled. “I didn’t want to leave them. But, I was stable. The main feeling I had was gratitude.”

Once released from the hospital, what Scott needed was a dose of mood medicine. He and Margee stopped by Church Studios where their oldest son, Jesse, was putting the finishing touches on his song called, of all things, “Love is Life and Life is Love.”

“We spent a couple of hours listening to the guys put the finishing touches on Jesse’s amazing song,” Margee said. “It was magic and healing for Scott.”

Scott is currently “taking it easy,” no easy task for a man whose many hats include songwriter, poet, family therapist, and radio host. Margee continues to teach art at the Gilcrease Museum, Kaiser Rehab, and the Tulsa Art and Humanities Council, but never strays too far—just in case Scott’s heart needs her again. She welcomes even the brief respite.

Scott still gets antsy from time to time, opting to sit through mental health workshops to further one of his careers, instead of resting in his pajamas and lounging in bed.

“To be honest, it has been tough,” he said. “Not every day is happy. But, every day is good.”

Scott and Margee will celebrate 33 years of marriage together this year.