My Dad recently celebrated his 85th birhday.
Thanksgiving, was a perfectly pleasant, family affair, with all family members invited.
Two days ago, I knew something was wrong. My Dad and I check in with each other by noon every day, to just make sure its all okay.
Wednesday morning, nothing.
He called me when I was eating lunch,. I could not hear, and it almost sounded like he dropped the phone.
Late yesterday, I got a terrifying call.
Your father was taken to the ER of "X". (His least favorite Manhattan hospital" where all of us have spent more than our fair share of time worrying about him in the past 5 years, and he has done more than enough suffering.
The word. "Stroke" came up, , which at my Dad's age, is 100 times worse than anyone younger who suffered it.
Then, a call, from a good friend, who helps my Dad and his wife.
"Your father is home, and resting"
No 3 am calls, so far, Thank God.
Hopefully, all is okay.
I will be checking in at a reasonable hour today.
Sigh! Any thoughts or support would be appreciated
Thanksgiving, was a perfectly pleasant, family affair, with all family members invited.
Two days ago, I knew something was wrong. My Dad and I check in with each other by noon every day, to just make sure its all okay.
Wednesday morning, nothing.
He called me when I was eating lunch,. I could not hear, and it almost sounded like he dropped the phone.
Late yesterday, I got a terrifying call.
Your father was taken to the ER of "X". (His least favorite Manhattan hospital" where all of us have spent more than our fair share of time worrying about him in the past 5 years, and he has done more than enough suffering.
The word. "Stroke" came up, , which at my Dad's age, is 100 times worse than anyone younger who suffered it.
Then, a call, from a good friend, who helps my Dad and his wife.
"Your father is home, and resting"
No 3 am calls, so far, Thank God.
Hopefully, all is okay.
I will be checking in at a reasonable hour today.
Sigh! Any thoughts or support would be appreciated
