My Dad has had a knee replaced and has beat 2 types of cancer. He's a fighter.
After Christmas, Dad announced that he wasn't feeling so good. His feet and legs were swollen and he was tired. He would sit down and fall asleep, in a wink! We all urged him to go to the hospital but being the stubborn MAN he is, he refused. He did follow up with his regular doctor who ordered lots of tests and finally came up with a diagnosis of Congestive Heart Failure. CRAP.
Ok. Deep Breath. My grandmother (Dad's Mom) had it for many, many years and seemed to be fine. It doesn't have to be a death sentence.
Dad followed up with a cardiologist this week, who ordered MORE tests. REALLY? there are more tests you can do? OKAY. Did I mention that my dad smokes like a chimney in the middle of a blizzard? For about 50 years? Lovely.
Tomorrow he goes for a stress test and next Wednesday back to the cardiologist to get a plan in place. My step mother is scared Silly about all this. I guess I'm a little scared too. I'm not ready loose my friend, my Daddy. I'm not ready to have Son loose his favorite grandpop. Love you Daddy!
Prayers and fingers crossed for tomorrows test will be greatly appreciated.