There are times that saying "thank you" just seems so small ...when you want to say more. Do more. Project more. But nothing you can say, seems good enough. I sincerely hope, from the bottom of my heart, that you guys know what your thoughts, prayers, or whatever it is that you do, mean to me and my family.
I see that Bill has done an excellent job of keeping you posted. Daddy is as stable as he can be right now. But no improvement is too small, really. It will be awhile before we know the extent of damage to his heart. The doctor explained that the heart has to heal somewhat before they will know the amount of scar tissue left behind. And that will give them a better handle on the amount of damage done. We won't give up hope.
The day of his heart attack, everything seemed fine that morning. He was out in the barn helping Jim, (his hired hand on the farm), get the farm machinery ready for the season. He came in to eat lunch. He had told Mom that he was feeling a little tired, so he sat down to watch the news. He fell asleep for about an hour, she said. He got back up and went back outside to the barn. About 20 minutes later he came back into the house and told Mom he didn't feel good. She asked him what was wrong. He said he felt sick to his stomach and really funny. Then he just went down. She called 9-1-1 and everything happened pretty fast after that. It just shows you how fragile life is. It's sort of scary.
I have been struggling all week with trying to make the decision of whether to take this quarter off of school, or keep going. The more reasons that I came up with to take it off, the more reasons my Mom came up with ,to go back. This week has been spring break. Monday classes start up again. I will go back. Though a big part of me is kicking and screaming inside because there is really no place I'd rather be, than with my Dad. But after coming home and sleeping in my own bed last night, I now know why Mother's are so smart. I wanted to wait till Sunday to do that. But last night, even though I felt so tired, inside and out, I was a restless bundle of nerves. I think Mom knew I would be and she wanted me to get more calm with it before Monday rolls around. I will still see my Dad everyday. As a matter of fact, after I leave campus each day, I'll be walking into the hospital with my backpack strapped on and can do some of my homework from there. It'll all work out, by God's grace.
Thank you , again. I love you all.
PS- Kicky, I never kiss and tell. But if Bill wants to climb a tree and sneak in a kiss, I might be able to help him forget what he's been going through, himself, lately.
