Before I begin, a quick warning. This entry has to do with girl parts. If you’d rather not read about this kind of thing, now’s your chance to flee (I recommend checking out Cute Overload because the sheer cute can make you forget *anything*).
We all got to discussing the importance of financial planning, especially for women, and then segued the conversation, completely seamlessly, into kntting with cobweb weight yarn.
…and we are reminding ourselves that people get this kind of thing all the time and they come out perfectly fine, but it’s one thing to know that about random people we do not know, and another to face it when the one going under the knife is our dad.
We talked and laughed and asked the cardiac nurse a million questions when she came in to give us an update and we did a little bit of crying too, but managed to time it just right so only one of us was crying at a time.
…it means that there is hope, and that is the thing I am holding on to very tightly right now
I have decided that all of the crazy roller coaster of the last few days has all been to prove to us just how lucky my dad really is.
…because sometimes junk food is the only way to overcome a week full of exhaustion and stress and also pie is a perfect way to celebrate one’s father graduating from ICU to Telemetry to Rehab all in the space of three days.
But I feel like there is hope, and that finally, my dad is starting to see that there is hope too, and that will somehow make the next few weeks or months or however long it takes feel less like the forever that the last week has been.
