My dear father goes in for his angiogram on Friday sometime. They’re going to put a camera into his vein and take a peek at his heart. It should be a routine examination of his insides. (It will not result in immediate, emergency surgery. —This is my mantra.)

We think the doctors will schedule his valve replacement for sometime next month, which is an inconvenient time in my mother’s busy teaching schedule. Doesn’t matter though, because I’ll be around to help as needed. They first want a closer look. Probably they will replace his busted valve with a bovine valve.

I’m dealing with my emotions rather well, I think. I’m scared for my dad, but I know that the people working on him do this stuff all the time.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Dad lately. Unfortunately, on Friday while they do the angiogram, I have to leave town to make it to a wedding in Yosemite. I won’t be able to wait around anxiously with my mother—who says, "Don’t be ridiculous! Of course you shouldn’t wait around at the hospital. That would be a stupid waste of your time." She’s sentimental like that.

4 Responses to “Dad”

  • tara_bella
    September 18, 2008 at 5:54 pm

    You know, I think I want to be just like your mom when I grow up.

    Meanwhile, remember that worry doesn’t help, but positive thoughts do. It’s all gonna be just fine.


  • lunagirl35
    September 18, 2008 at 8:18 pm

    To you and your family. I know it’s gotta be a stressful time, but your family’s love will pull you through.


  • dakini_grl
    September 19, 2008 at 11:22 am

    I’ll be thinking of your Dad today. Please let us know how it went? Love you.


  • flonkbob
    September 19, 2008 at 7:17 pm

    We’re sending all the good karma we can beg, borrow, or create. I’m sure he’s going to do fine, but I’m also just as sure you’ll worry yourself to a frazzle.


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