My dad had triple bypass surgery at the age of 52. (He says it was today because it's Friday and the surgery was on Friday, but actually it was Oct 27!) I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was about 5 months pregnant. He had been having a little discomfort in his chest, and went for a stress test. They sent him for a
catheterization and we found out he had 3 almost complete blockages. He was in surgery less than a week later.
That day, we all took the day off work to go wait in the waiting room. We had to be there at 6am, and I believe the surgery was at 7am. They took him back and got him all prepped. We all went in to give him a kiss before he went in. It was very emotional for everyone! We were all really nervous. They gave Mom a little cell phone and said the doctor would call from the OR several times during the procedure and let us know how it was going. So we camped out. After Dad went in, I decided to go make a Starbucks run for everyone. It was right down the street. I came back, and Mom was giggling about something. I thought she was overtired and over emotional. But then she kept giggling. I heard some commotion coming from the next little waiting area. I looked over, and saw three women doing the YMCA. At first, I thought, "What are these people doing?!" I looked closer, and saw that it was my Grandma and my two favorite Aunts (Mom's Mom and sisters.) They had driven 9 hours just to wait with us all day in the waiting room. I jumped up and gave them big hugs and they all had to rub my belly. :)
So we waited. They made it so much better. Before they came we were all pretty much just staring at the floor. When they came, we had so much to talk about. They were excited about the baby and all tried to get me to tell them the name. (I didn't!) We played cards and sudoku, and ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in the cafeteria. The day was so much more fun because of them. I just couldn't believe they would drive all that way just to sit with us in the waiting room. We also had several other visits from family and friends, and that made the time pass quickly. They called every hour to update Mom and every time they told her what they were doing and that Dad was doing well. Finally we got the call that he was out of surgery and doing well! We got to go see him. He had a ventilator and was hooked up to all kinds of tubes and wires. It was pretty scary to see him like that. He looked miserable, and I asked him if the ventilator was the worst part right then and he nodded. They came to take that out less than a half hour later. After that he looked much better.
We got to see him several more times that day, and each time he looked better. He was even talking to us and showed us his scars!
He did GREAT with recovery. All the nurses said he was their "Star Patient." (Probably because he looked like the youngest person on the floor by about 20 or 30 years!) He got moved to a regular room the next day, and was home in less than a week. He took 12 weeks off work to recover. He had to go to therapy and start eating a very healthy diet.
Now, a year later, he is doing extremely well. I think he feels better than he's felt in years. He made a total recovery. We are so blessed that we found out about the blockages when we did, because he could have easily had a heart attack.
So, if you get a chance today, say a prayer of Thanksgiving for Dad's health. I know I will. We are very thankful for him!!