Don’t worry. It’s not as ominous as it sounds, he’s fine. But I’ll never forget that sinking feeling at 3:45pm on Thursday, January 12th, 2012 when I picked up a call from my wife, Shannon. She said those tell-tale words “Don’t worry, he’s alright but… you’re Dad’s in the hospital.” There it went. My gut sunk through the floor and left my body weak and pale. Fortunately, I was sitting down already. And as my wife continued, my gut returned to my body and the color to my face.
I’m certain it’s very different to actually lose a parent, but I feel like I was given a tiny taste of what other people have gone through. I do not envy them and my heart goes out to them. I’m lucky that my Dad runs regularly and watches what he eats.
Due to his healthy status, the doctors were able to get more aggressive in their treatment of the large clot in one of his veins running the length of his right leg. They actually opened up the vein and used instruments and dissolving chemicals to remove most of the clot in his thigh. The doctors were pleased with the procedure and he spent the next two days in intensive care under observation. Due to the high level of blood thinner they infused him with, even a minor skin abrasion could be very dangerous.
On Saturday afternoon, they moved him from ICU to a regular room with an actual door and not just a curtain. We were able to join him in his room to watch the dramatic demise of the Broncos at the hand of the Patriots. As one of my fellow Bronco-maniacs said, “At least the game didn’t put him back in the ICU.”
The afternoon of the next day they sent him home with orders to “take it easy”. My Dad’s not too good at that. But with the serious consequences that would result if he didn’t follow the doctor’s orders, he’s able to put aside his regularly active nature. As I kept telling myself and anyone who would listen during the whole ordeal, he’s going to be fine. And for that, I am truly grateful.
My heart goes out to all of you who have lost a parent. I do not look forward to the day when I join you. But like you, I too shall survive; and not because I would want to but because they would want me to.