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Every single morning, my dad wakes up at 4:30, gets ready for work, drives to Wawa, buys me coffee, and leaves it on my kitchen table before driving to work. On days he's off, he still wakes up early to do this. I never asked him to, it's just a cute thing he does.
This morning, after being up sick all night, he drove my mom to work, went to Wawa, bought me and my brother coffees, and left them for us so we would have them when we woke up. Then he drove himself to the hospital and was told he was having a heart attack.
No one will EVER love me as much as he does. I need him to be ok.
They put in one stent today and will have to do another one on Tuesday. I can't go see him but I dropped some things off for him. I can't do anything else and it fucking sucks.
They put in one stent today and will have to do another one on Tuesday. I can't go see him but I dropped some things off for him. I can't do anything else and it fucking sucks.
Update: dad had a widowmaker heart attack caused by a 100% blockage of that one super important artery. 12% survival rate. It's a MIRACLE that he's alive. The second stent for the 95% blockage is tomorrow, but it looks like we're out of the woods.
I'm shaking with relief and gratitude for all the prayers and thoughts you all sent.
Dad's second stent was this morning and everything went well. Waiting on an official update from the doctor, but we talked to Dad. He's sleepy but in good spirits. If all goes well he could be coming home tomorrow afternoon.
MY DAD IS COMING HOME TODAY!!!!!
