I read an email this morning from my cousin Kim which floored me. She extended her sympathies about my dad being in the hospital again and was praying his surgery went well.
WTF?!?! What do you mean my dad is in the hospital again? How long has he been there and why am I only just learning of it now? And what surgery? What’s going on?
After a few phone calls, I finally got through to my aunt. She filled me in that he’s been in since Monday and is getting another defibrillator put in. This is his sixth in about a year. (Just a little under.) He’s had complication after complication with them, and now this one isn’t adequate because he only has one lead but he needs three.
And now I’ve finally heard from his girlfriend and gotten the whole skinny on everything, but…the fact remains this time his liver and kidneys were also starting to shut down. This operation is sort of a last ditch attempt to buy him more time, but really he’s on his way out. His body just isn’t going to take much more.
If it’s even up for taking the surgery today.
It’s very frustrating to live out of state and be kept in the dark. I know my dad’s intention was not to have me worry, but…this is worse. However, getting him to understand that is impossible. This is only the gazillionth time they’ve done it this way. (I find out from a 3rd party rather than a direct source.)
Now all I can do is hope for the best. And hope he knows I love him since, when he does it this way, I don’t get a chance to say that…just in case.