Sunday, August 22, 2010
My father had what they call a small heart attack, small only in the fact they say it was a good thing. How can a heart attack be a good thing? It was good because it allowed the true picture to be revealed and the real picture?
The real picture is my father has three blocked arteries and stints are not an option, he must endure open-heart surgery. Tomorrow morning I will be awaiting the outcome of his triple bypass surgery and putting my entire world on hold.
We are a small family, close but small. When one is in trouble the others kick in and pull all sorts of double duties. In the last three days I have been a sitter, a waiter, the joker and the heart sick. I have been a chauffeur, a waitress, an apartment repairperson; a dog walker and a distraction but most of all, I have been a daughter. I have been merely a little girl watching her father in pain.
I have managed just enough time to read your kind thoughts and comments left on my last post. The comments, I want you to know, felt like an angel wrapping its wings up around me. You became my beautiful distraction, lifted my heart and I thank you. I feel ever so blessed to have followers such as you.
I wanted to write each of you a kind thank you but time will not permit. As to the wonderful awards you bestowed on me I hope you understand when I say I will get to them as soon as I can and thank you for thinking of me.
I hope to have free moments here and there and will do my best to read and comment on your posts. I know you will understand if my posts this week are sporadic at best, but the week before me is an unknown.
Do please keep my father in your prayers, as I will your loved ones and you.
By the way; I know why they call them HMO’s. It stands for, “Heebie-geebie Manufacturing Outlet,” has to be.
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