Not Expected

This morning I woke up with plans of shopping and hanging out and a whole lot of activities that were focused on me. Seeing as how I am human, this looked like a great day. I was just preparing to leave the house when I got a call.

"Hi, this is Eryn from your Dads work... there is an ambulance ready to take your dad to the hospital here. We think he might be having a heart attack."

Apparently they couldnt get in contact with my mom so they called me to let me know what was happening. My brain went buzzing directly to all the people I needed to call, starting with my mom, of course. I stayed calm and collected. Definetly not what I thought I was capable of.

I waited on the phone until the paramedic got on the phone to let me know how my dad was. He kept it very business like but it sounded very good. My dads vital signs were all really good but his heart was beating really slowly. They needed to take him to the heart institute for surgery that was very normal and unabtrusive. They would insert something into his leg and it would go up into his heart and do something (Im so medically inclined). It would only take a short time and then he would be brought into a recovery room.

Once I took all this information and passed it onto my mom, she was quick to head over there and meet my dad as soon as visitors were allowed. I packed Matty up and we headed over to my parents place to wait. On the way there, my mind came to reality. My cool collectivity disappeared and I thought of all these horrible things. I was loosing control of the facts and beginning to think of all the possible future outcomes. I fought tears and also kept repeating "God is sovereign, He works all for good, the paramedic said it was minor..." and it helped me calm down.

Once my mom and brother finished their visit, my sister and I were soon to follow.

My dad lay there. We were all so surprised. He mentioned he never thought he would ever have a heart attack. Is it something most people really think about? He was scared, we were scared...

After visiting I felt a lot better. I mean, it wasnt nice seeing my dad having to lie down on his back and not move but God was so good to him. It wasnt a painful attack, it was not a big attack, and they were able to remove the blockage that was in the artery. He looked worried. I can understand. Its a big deal to have a heart attack, no matter how big or small.

And so we pray. Pray that his heart will be healthy from here on out, that he would recover well, that he would be able to handle being off work for three weeks...

My eyes turned off of me very quickly and went straight to dads. earthly and heavenly. I spent many minutes throught out the day praying to Him for him, thinking about him and Him, loving them both so much.

Heres looking at you kid! I love you Dad. I hope you are doing alright in the heart institute. We will visit when we get back from the wedding. Laloos, no cats in America, MUAH!