Life Is Truly Precious

we had gone shopping over the weekend. we needed oil & antifreeze for the car so we wound up at walmart. while we were there hubby mentioned that i needed some summer clothes so i might as well shop to see if i could find anything i wanted while we were there. i know! i couldn't believe it either but i definitely jumped on the offer. that he was in the mood to wait around & actually let me shop made me suspicious but damn, i went for it all the same. i found 3 pairs of slacks that i liked & one top. when i got home i tried them on again & we (he was the one that convinced me) decided they were really too big & i needed to get a smaller size. (yeah for me) on monday we decided to exchange them so as soon as i got in from work off we went.
the phone was ringing when we walked back in. hubby's dad had fallen & nobody could get him up (mum is a little tiny woman & baby bro, the painter, isn't much bigger) remember dad has been diagnosed with cancer & is in the advanced stages of the disease. so we waited on him until he was ready & as soon as he was up to it hubby & i raised him to his walker. he made it to his chair to sit for awhile but he wasn't feeling right. mum talked him into agreeing that he needed to go to the hospital so we carefully walked him to the car. mum called right after they arrived & reported that dad had suffered a mild heart attack sometime that day & a full blown seizure as soon as they arrived at the hospital. he was stabilized but they were keeping him for the night. little did we know that this was the beginning of a nightmare. tuesday night dad suffered another heart attack. this one was much more damaging & he's now left with only 15% of his heart functioning. he actually died. his heart had stopped beating & he wasn't breathing. it took them a half hour to bring him back & his ekg wasn't show much brain activity. they didn't have much hope. they had him pretty doped up & by morning he was holding his own. his brain activity was picking up & he seemed to be fighting with all his might. he woke up finally on thursday with hubby there by his side. he tried to communicate as best he could. what hubby got from it was dad wanted him to yank him off all the connections to go smoke a cigarette. nothng like pounding a few more nails in your coffin. he's been so doped up that he mostly slept through the next few days. friday night the hospital staff called & his heart rate was up somewhere near 19o beats per minute. it should be around 80. they had the crash cart in his room waiting for something to happen. it finally settled down on its own but they've kept the cart in his room just in case. finally sunday mum called & dad was awake & for the first time was asking where he was & why. he didn't have any recollection of the last week. today they are talking about letting him go home in the next few weeks. he's off the ventilation machine but his heart is still too weak for much. i don't think we'll have him for much longer on this earth.
later.