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That's life....

So we all at somepoint face that horrible time of having a loved one in hospital, that time when all we want to do is curl up in a ball and hide away from the world. You hear a doctor, in their plain, smart clothes, with a stethoscope hung around their neck. As they utter a string of words that you only understand one in every five.

You stand surrounded by machines that utter a clutter of out of rhythm bleeps. Other patients lay in their own white beds as their family also visit. The smell of cleaning chemical surging up each nostril as you breath. Well for me one of these moments happened, my mother called early one morning and uttered your father's in the hospital he's had a heart attack!

Now after hearing these words all I wanted to do was cry, but then I thought that would do no good. I couldn't rush down and visit so I had to sit and stew over churning, relentless thoughts and senarios. I imagined a weak old man laying in a white bed hooked up to those bleeping machines, instead of the young 50 something dad of before, as I had to wait.

Twenty four hours I had to imagine the worst until I saw him. Now don't get me wrong he wasn't the same man as before. He looked shaken and sweaty as he stared up at me and mum and I almost broke right there and then. Where had my dad gone? The one who argued with me at every turn, the one that could chase my brother down the street? And I had to realise that that man had long since been missing from my life.

My visit was brief just two days until I had to return to my normal life, work, boyfriend, comitments but all the while he was there tucked away in my mind as I awaited anymore news of his condition and what the remedy would be. Finally it came with another phone call, your dad is now home. Relief flooded through me at those words not justfor him but for me also, as now I could stop worrying and start truely living once again.

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Finally it came with another phone call, your dad is now home.

This is great news, Hannah!

Where had my dad gone? The one who argued with me at every turn, the one that could chase my brother down the street? And I had to realise that that man had long since been missing from my life.

I am now in my autumn years and as I sit here nursing a pulled muscle/torn tendon (I am loath to go to the doctors) I am slowly beginning to realise my mind is willing but my body won't cooperate. Talking of running I had to run after my three year old grandson who was heading for danger at full speed. I became a human cannonball!

Age quickly catches up on us all...

Good to hear your Dad is on the mend.
 
It does but with my dad its more his mentality, that has failed him. I am glad that he is home and on the mend too Pip. I run after and stop small children from endangering themselves at work, so I know and have perfected the human cannon ball, they are funny little buggers kids. :)
 

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