The Waiting Room

This is not a Fugazi Song! (JR)

My Dad has been tired a lot lately, so he started to exercise via walking. Every time he'd walk he'd have chest pains, but thought it was because he was out-of-shape. Yesterday he called his doctor and they "just happened" to have a cancellation. Then he ended up being sent for an arteriogram at 4:00. He had one artery 100% blocked, two that were 90% blocked and one that was 50% blocked. As my brother, Philip, who is obsessed with numbers, pointed out, out of 400% he was only pumping at 70%. No wonder he felt so crummy.


So, this morning he had quadruple bypass surgery. We have had many men in our church who have had a similar surgery, but it is a lot scarier when it is your Daddy. I had to contact my little sister, who lives in South Africa. That was tough. She told me that everything had to be ok, "because Daddy has to walk me down the aisle in April".


And it has been a long day in the waiting room.


Family and friends gathered around to help pass the time. The surgery took about four hours, but one of the nurses called every hour to give an update. It has been a long day, but not a terrible day. It is so nice to have so much support. When I finally got internet service after surgery, in the second waiting room, I had 109 Facebook messages of support. Ruth also got to call me on my cell phone while I was waiting. Technology can be annoying at times, but in times like these it is great to have so much support.


I am about to walk back and see my Dad, not that he'll be awake, but I'm here with Mom. Thanks for all your prayers!!