My stepmother (and my dad’s wife of 28 years) Martha had a heart attack Monday morning. She did so right at an hour before Dad was leaving for Michigan, so let’s hear it for blessed timing. Don’t want it to happen at all, of course, but if it’d been 65 minutes later, this might be a very different sort of post.
She had a double bypass and some work on her left carotid yesterday. Of course she has a lengthy recovery ahead, but so far, it’s looking very much like she’s going to be fine. Thank you, God. Thank you, our many, many prayer warriors. Please keep it up. We are.
It’s been a scattered, frantic week, and I’m not going to pretend I’ve even got any significant portion of that compared to Dad. I have enjoyed very much that the narrative is going so much better than my mother’s did. These are all very familiar trappings—settings, items, terms, etc.—but Mom never even made it to extubation, much less to saying goofy things to us and her nurse.
(That’s going to be a good post and/or Facebook status, but I’ll wait until she’s a little further along.)
So blessed and relieved it’s gone so well to date.
I hope you have a good weekend.