My dad's recuperation from his heart surgery is going quite well so far. He was doing so well this morning that the surgeon discharged him from the hospital, and he and my mother are thrilled to be back in their own home this evening.
He cracks me up. He was avoiding his pain medicine yesterday to trick the nurses into thinking he was getting better faster. What a sneaky guy... (they were on to him). Then today he was walking around a bunch to convince the doctor that he was well on the way to health and strength, and apparently it worked.
What are they thinking, letting an old man out of the hospital only 4 days after they were cutting into his heart??!! I'm kind of joking, kind of serious. Modern medicine sure is amazing, no?
On Saturday he told my mom that his heart had stopped once during the night. His blood pressure got too low, all the alarms and buzzers went off, the nurses yelled at him to wake up, and his heart started beating again. How does the heart know?? Such a miracle. I am sitting here shaking my head.
I am so grateful that he is mending well, and that the surgery was even possible. In the last month or so I have read blogs about two beautiful young mothers succumbing to cancer, way too young in life, with dear little children and husbands left behind. Their stories are haunting, heart-wrenching, and they have stayed with me. How does it work that their families are grieving, while I am able to celebrate that my dad is home, heart beating strong, healing and hoping for a good many more years...
I am so, so grateful.
And who is taking care of my dad? My mom, of course. She is so patient with my dad. He will be a major pain to live with for the next few weeks, and she will endure him kindly most of the time, and tell him to knock it off every once in a while. There is NO WAY he would be getting better without her. He acts all big and strong and tough, but he's really a baby inside, and he needs my mother so much when he's sick. She will have her hands full with her impatient patient!
PS - My brother and sister-in-law have been helping out ever since Dad went into the hospital, too. They will stay in town with my folks through Sunday to make sure everything is settled and in order. Family is the best, for sure.
What are they thinking, letting an old man out of the hospital only 4 days after they were cutting into his heart??!! I'm kind of joking, kind of serious. Modern medicine sure is amazing, no?
On Saturday he told my mom that his heart had stopped once during the night. His blood pressure got too low, all the alarms and buzzers went off, the nurses yelled at him to wake up, and his heart started beating again. How does the heart know?? Such a miracle. I am sitting here shaking my head.
I am so grateful that he is mending well, and that the surgery was even possible. In the last month or so I have read blogs about two beautiful young mothers succumbing to cancer, way too young in life, with dear little children and husbands left behind. Their stories are haunting, heart-wrenching, and they have stayed with me. How does it work that their families are grieving, while I am able to celebrate that my dad is home, heart beating strong, healing and hoping for a good many more years...
I am so, so grateful.
And who is taking care of my dad? My mom, of course. She is so patient with my dad. He will be a major pain to live with for the next few weeks, and she will endure him kindly most of the time, and tell him to knock it off every once in a while. There is NO WAY he would be getting better without her. He acts all big and strong and tough, but he's really a baby inside, and he needs my mother so much when he's sick. She will have her hands full with her impatient patient!
PS - My brother and sister-in-law have been helping out ever since Dad went into the hospital, too. They will stay in town with my folks through Sunday to make sure everything is settled and in order. Family is the best, for sure.
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We're so glad he's doing so well!
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