As hard as it is to lose your mother, it's got to be a million times worse to lose your spouse. Dad chose Mom, committed to her, and stuck with her through ups and downs, thick and thin, better and worse for over 48 years. When she was gone, his heart was ripped in two, as if his "one flesh" had suddenly been torn apart.
Broken hearted, that's what he was. The doctor confirmed it.
On Monday morning, an angiogram confirmed it too. He had a 95% blockage to one side of his heart and a 95% blockage to the other. He would not be released from the hospital, or even from his bed, but would be sent straight upstairs to the cardiac ICU and put into the first slot for heart surgery, first thing Tuesday morning.
3 bypasses later, he's already shuffling around the progressive care unit. He took a ten minute walk this morning, more than he could have done before. He'll go home tomorrow or Sunday, but not in time for Mom's scheduled memorial service, so we've postponed it until a later date.
Dad's heart is healing up. They say in 6-8 weeks he'll be good as new.
I wish his other broken heart could heal so swiftly.
Prayers for you, Dad. I love you.
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