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The day my Superman fell.
Bitched on: Sunday, November 18, 2007
Time: 11/18/2007 11:15:00 PM
Around this time, Friday night...Time: 11/18/2007 11:15:00 PM
My Daddy had a heart attack.
At first we thought nothing of it. At least I thought so.
Instead, while waiting at the waiting area of the Accident & Emergency area, I was feeling sorry for this guy I saw (around my age) whose father was involved in the 3-vehicles-accident near my place. And all along I was thinking that nothing was wrong with my Daddy.
"He has to be fine. He is strong... like Superman."
And I held back my emotions when the doctor told us the bad news.
Words like "collapsing", "critical" and "emergency" were ringing in my head after he was done.
"How could it be? Why so severe? He has never shown any... "
Then it all made sense; he might have had his first attack in Mecca. He has been having breathless episodes since.
But that didn't stop him from smoking... very heavily.
The doctor said that 3 of his major arteries were blocked. Two of them completely and one of them caused the heart attack.
The doctor had to put in a balloon thingy to clear that one problematic blockage.
Complications with horrible consequences were there; the risk of him collapsing was there too...
"Collapsing?"
I had never been so scared in my life...
That one hour operation felt like a whole night had passed.
When I finally saw him I held back my tears. There he was, with tubes coming out from his arms, a mask over his face and a machine to help his heart pump.
And it really broke my heart to see my Daddy suffering.
"Please God, don't take him away. Give him strength. Let me suffer in his place."
I broke down when I left my sleeping Daddy the first night. I sobbed at the quiet corner near the staircase, alone...
Day two, I broke down the second time when I was alone with my sleeping Daddy in his room. He still had tubes all around him. It was very hard to see him suffering. Painful. Heart wrenching.
"My Superman..."
Today's the third day, and he has all the tubes removed from his arms.
He is his old-self again. Chatting and even joking.
He can be shifted out from the ICU in a day or so...
"I just want my Daddy back home, safe and healthy, as soon as possible."
I am extremely grateful...
"Thank. You. God."
Two more operations to go.
"sigh..."
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