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.
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- Jill
- I am a 50 year old unemployed mom. My husband is a Handy Guy and the best Dad on the face of the planet. Times have been tough but we're getting through it together. I no longer want to conquer the world. I just want to enjoy life with my family and ease my way into the Golden Years slowly and gently.