This morning I got a phone call from George to say that Dad was in hospital and had had a heart attack. An ambulance had arrived about 2am in the morning to take him. Over the next hour I made several phone calls to the hospital, my brother David in Dublin (Ireland), brother Phillip, and George. The nurse on the telephone said that things didn't look too good, and that it would be best if we were up there.
Dawn and I drove to the hospital collecting George on the way. Phillip and his wife, Jean, arrived shortly after. The news from the doctor was promising, but Dad was still a long way from being out of the woods. We were delighted to see that he had been fully concsious, but he was relying on a pump and cocktail of drugs to keep his heart going. Mid afternoon, they successfully removed the pump. Thankfully his vital signs were still good.
Dawn and I left the hospital late afternoon after the doctor said that he should be okay until they start reducing the drugs (which will be sometime tomorrow). However, how his heart reacts is in God's hands. We were also warned that he could have a second heart attack at any moment, and this time it could be fatal.
We arrived home feeling numb, not knowing what the next few hours, or few days have in store. Needless to say, I plan to contact my new employers in the morning to postpone my start date for a week. I plan to go to the hospital tomorrow, as do Phillip and George.
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