This post is a hard one to write.
On Black Friday, around 9:30 PM, I received a call from my aunt informing me that my father was on his way to the hospital with the signs of a heart attack. Despite the fact that my parents' house is typically never empty, he came home to an empty house and decided to drive himself to the hospital. Although the closest hospital didn't have a cardiology unit, they transferred him to another hospital about 30 minutes away.
J + I actually beat my dad to the second hospital and got upset when they couldn't locate him in the system and we didn't know where he was. When they finally took us back to a cardiology waiting room to wait for updates on his condition and location (such a nightmare), they sent in a chaplain to sit with us. This may be SOP for cardiac issues, but it was very scary.
Finally he arrived at the hospital and the cardiologist on-call went to work immediately (since so much time had been wasted in getting my dad to the hospital). We were taken into a back room and told that my dad was fine, but that he had 100% blockage of the largest artery in the heart and they had to put in a stint in. After a bit of recovery time, we were able to see my dad in the ICU.
He is now home and on his way to recovery.
I am so thankful that he is better and that he gets this second chance. I am so grateful that this story, his story, has a happy ending. My father is a lucky man and we're all so lucky to still have him.
During these holidays, try to focus on those you love and spending time together. Life is honestly too short to be bitter or hateful. Each day is a chance to love and to be the best version of yourself.
I love you so much Dad.
"Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now" - Denis Waitley