So it's about 11:30 pm and my phone rings. I see that it's my mom calling so I know it's not gonna be a good call. She tells me that something is wrong with my dad and to come over right away. She tells me that she has already called 911.
So I run upstairs to change and fly out the door. My heart was beating like a madman. I was so nervous. I started asking God to please not let anything bad happen to my dad.
I arrive at the house a few minutes later and I notice that a fire truck is parked outside. I run in and I find him hooked up to some machine and an oxygen mask over his face. So my mom tells me that he started having pain in his left arm and he was having trouble breathing. So she asked him if she should call 911, knowing that my dad is very hard headed, and of course he agreed so she knew it was serious. So the fire fighters tell me, my mom and my brother that he has an irregular heart beat and they want to take him to the hospital to run some tests. A few moments later an ambulance pulls up, and a paramedic gets his chart and as he's walking through the front door, he tells the fire fighters "this guy's having a heart attack".
So they quickly put him on one of those beds with wheels and take him to the ambulance. My mom goes along with him. As my brother and I are waiting to leave I notice that my mom, who is sitting in the front of the ambulance, covers her face and starts walking to the back of the ambulance. I couldn't see much more because the lights went out and the ambulance took off. So me and my brother chased them to the hospital.
When we got there my brother went in to see him because they only allowed 2 visitors per person. A few minutes later he came out and I went in. Right away I see that there is quite a commotion in his room. The doctor tells me that they have to operate on him right away, that his arteries are clogged and this is what led to the heart attack. A massive heart attack according to the doctor. So I sign some papers and they rush him right out of the room and take him to surgery. As me and my mom follow them she tells me that while he was in the ambulance his heart stopped, and they had to resuscitate him. They tell us to wait that the procedure should only take about an hour.
So about an hour later the doctor comes out and tells us that everything went well, that he was recovering, and that they would later have to go back and do the other 2 arteries. They got the worst one first because it was life threatening.
So once he woke up we went to see him and it was amazing how well he looked. He wasn't even aware of what had happened to him, much less the gravity of the situation. He looked at his arm and asked me why there was a hole in it, and I told him that's where they went through his artery to get the clog out. He couldn't believe it. Later the doctor told us that during the operation his heart had stopped two more times.
So now it's Wednesday and he's doing much better. I spent the evening with him last night and he was in good spirits. He is now starting to realize how much this is going to affect his life and how he's been given a second chance. He's always been a very active person. He's 62 but he works in construction, goes to the gym, and he even plays racquetball in a league. So he never could have imagined this would happen to him. However his cholesterol levels were through the roof. In spite of all his exercise he's always had a weakness for ice cream. In fact his last meal was a bowl of cereal with ice cream, followed by an ice cream shake.
So I just needed to share that with you all. It's been really intense but I'm just glad he's doing better.