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My dad

I guess some of you are wondering what my 'bad news' is. I wish now that I had worded that differently because there is a lot of 'good' within it. Anyway - for those of you that haven't heard, my dad has to have heart surgery. That is the bad news. He should hear today when it will be but they had suggested tues or wed. of this week.

The good in it is this:

- his body gave him the warning signs he needed to look into the problem
- he had an angiogram in time to tell him that his left main artery is 90% blocked. If that had closed off it would have stopped the blood to the majority of his heart. That's bad!
- he is not wandering around Estevan with this but is waiting in the general hospital here - where he'll be taken care of if, by the off chance, something were to happen
- they are getting him in for bypass surgery as soon as they can.
- Because this is preventative, there has been no heart damage. His heart is just fine.
- They say this surgery has a 99% success rate and because dad is young and healthy otherwise, he easily falls into the 99%.
- After the procedure and after the 6 days or so that he'll have to stay in the hospital, and after the 6 wks or so it will take to heal - he can resume his activities. He should be able to do anything he wants.
- I live here in town, so mom has somewhere familiar to stay - not to mention any other family members that want to come.

So - we have a lot to be grateful for and are now praying that the surgery goes well and he recuperates quickly. Please pray with us!! Thanks.

Comments

Laurie said…
Mom had mentioned it to me last night on the phone. Thankgoodness they found it!!

Will be thinking and praying for all of you!!

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