It is late, but I feel like I owe a little note.
It was one of these long days, when all you do, mainly, is wait… Wait for good news, meaning that you can let your mind rest.
Dad went through his heart surgery yesterday (Thursday). It went well, according to his surgeons, but when Mom visited him in the evening, he was miserable. She wasn’t sure if he kept saying ”I’m going to die!” or ”I want to die!” (both sound pretty much the same, in French)
Today, once out of ICU, and back to a regular room, he didn’t even remember her coming to spend time by his side. That’s a good thing, if you ask me.
Today… He looked a lot better. Of course, he’s still wired like a Christmas tree, and still pees through a tube (he thought it was very funny that my little brother and I, spent time monitoring pee level in his pouch all day long, which is great. His good sense of humor hasn’t been affected by all the cuts and pokes through his flesh over the past 21 days)
I am also glad Mom decided to stay at my place for a second night, despite her will to drive back home to feed her cats and come back to Montréal tomorrow. At least, she’ll get a nice night of sleep before driving back to the hospital (10 mins instead of two hours of driving… I think that a plus!)
I am heading to bed myself now. Tomorrow will come fast, and it will be a long one too. Spending my morning at the hospital, and afternoon and evening at work (yes, I still have to do that too, sometimes :P)
Night night, Lovelies…