By the time I reached the hospital, my mom and aunt had arrived to meet him and were with him in the ER talking to the doctors. His tests had turned out fairly normal and the doctor was ready to discharge him to go home. My mom (being an RN) asked that they do a cardiac catherization, to check for any blockages (just in case). The doctor reluctantly agreed and prepped him for the procedure.
An hour later a team of doctors came out to meet our family and close friends. My dad had not one, not two, but 5 major blockages. 5. Wow. And the one blockage was in the widow maker’s artery, so they needed to insert a balloon to keep blood flow pumping. If he had waited 20 minutes more, my dad would no longer be with us.
The morning of surgery, we each went into my dad’s hospital room to say our goodbyes. The thought that he might not make it out of the surgery was a very real and scary possibility. I will feel forever grateful for the team of doctors and nurses that kept him alive.
Thanksgiving for me is a time of reflection, but my thankfulness to have my dad in my life happens every day for me. It reminds me every time I watch a father/daughter dance at a wedding, it happens with every passing birthday and Father’s Day. Today, I am thankful for my dad and the rest of my family and loved ones in my life.