Thanks to everyone who left prayers for Dad on my Facebook page yesterday, and thanks to my sister-in-law Robin for dropping everything to watch the kids so Erin and I could go to the hospital last night.
Mood music:
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Dad had emergency surgery last night for a malfunctioning heart. In the end, it turned out the heart was pumping fine, but that the blood has nowhere to go. All but one artery is blocked, as it was explained to me. There’s not much they can do about that because of his overall health right now, so once he’s up and about the doctors will manage it as best they can with medication.
Dad’s a stubborn one, and I can see how it’s rubbed off on me over the years. He’ll overdo an activity when his doctors tell him to take it easy. He’ll eat things he knows he shouldn’t eat. He’ll get schemes in his head and won’t listen to anyone once he sets his mind on something. Like father, like son.
When you’ve had two or more strokes like he has, that behavior is all the riskier.
As infuriating as it can be, I have to give the man credit: He’s not willing to let physical disabilities keep him down. He keeps pushing, and that’s admirable.
With everyone’s continued prayers and good vibes, I think he’ll be back on his feet before long.
