The secret slipped out, and I learned that Dad had a minor heart attack on Wednesday. His surgery went well, and he is now back home and resting peacefully. The doctor was curious to know why his nitro was 3 years old (way beyond expired). I am interested in knowing why Dad chose to not mention that his "episode" was officially diagnosed.
This week was so completely overwhelming, I have very few words to share. I am afraid to drive, afraid to answer the phone, and wary of what next week might bring.
Come to think of it, I may also have Phobophobia too.