While I was in New York, I got a text from my sister “It isn’t an emergency, but dad is in the hospital.” The non-emergency has turned into open heart surgery with a triple to quintuple bypass scheduled for Tuesday morning.
I feel very optimistic about the whole thing, but the truth is my dad was very close to a massive heart attack. Lucky for all of us it was caught before it happened. Last night at a networking event, a man introduced himself to me and lead into his elevator pitch about his wellness book. His elevator pitch starts, “My dad died because of heart disease.”
I’m trying to keep my brain from going through the “could have” and “almost happened” scenarios. Stopping myself from “borrowing trouble” as my mom says. It’s hard. My great-grandfather died of a heart attack in his 30s. Everyone knows someone that has lived because of bypass surgery and everyone knows someone that has died because of a heart attack.
The cloud of “your dad almost died” is heavy, so I’m staying focused on work until I head home next week. I don’t have much more to say. Thanks to everyone that has offered prayers and support. I don’t know what to ask for other than light, prayers and good vibes. I mean… someone can do my dishes, but that seem silly.