It’s been a really long day, and I’m tired, but its crazy, I need to write.
At around 4ish I got the first voicemail (my phone doesn’t always ring in the VEC)… “Margie this is Cheryl, took your dad to the emergency room he has a blood clot”… and then my phone beeped again… checked the voicemail “procedure, blah blah”
I packed my stuff up, and left the VEC and got home, got some stuff for my dad, subway for my stepmom and I (because that’s what I do…I feed people).
A long night… I don’t even know what time it was when the doctor came out… there’s so much he said. All I can tell you is that none of it sounded very good to me, the veins that he had roto rootered out are blocked, it was even hard to get to the clot let alone get the medicine to the clot. If he has an anuerism, he will probably die, even a little one. This is not good. And he has to have the procedure again in the morning…
All I can tell you is this. I don’t know much. But I know God never leaves me. I know that He has this, and everything else in His hands.
I don’t have to handle any of it. The only thing I had to handle was that the cafeteria was closed and my dad needed to eat so I went to my friend’s subway so my dad could eat (I told you, I feed people, that’s what I do!)
I’m tired. Exhausted.
I also know that a good friend of mine had a heart attack last Saturday, and now this. Our health is important, and I neglect it. I am going to change that. Healthy eating, exercise.
Still loving and praising Jesus. He is my rock and my redeemer. He is my protector, He loves me, pours grace over me, and His mercy is new every morning.