No I did not have a heart attack or neither am I going to have one (at least I don’t think so). But my dad once again had another heart attack 2 days back. This would mark his 3rd heart attack and it’s getting a little worrying to be honest. The 2nd one was bad enough, and now within a span of just over a month, he has suffered again.
I made two visits to Penang back in September to see him. The first in the hospital and the 2nd when he was discharged. It made me realize how fleeting life is ; how short it can be, even though Dad has lived a good 75 years now. But still, to see your loved one go through it, having seen one before was painful. It was painful seeing dad in the hospital but I also remember being thankful and grateful I was there to see him.
As a son, I feel I have done everything I can and I am doing everything I can. For this 3rd attack, Dad is once again in the hospital, but I won’t be making the trip up this weekend. I just felt I needed to be at home as things have been crazily mad in the household of late. With Hammie going berserk and behaving erratic and displaying typical difficult toddler signs, I don’t think the wifey would be able to manage.
So I’ll just wait this one out. Another “waiting” moment for me.
