September 17, 2014
My dad had a heart attack late Sunday night. My sister called me de emergencia to tell me she was driving him to the hospital, and in the morning, I hopped on the first flight I could take to make it out.
I'm happy to report that Dad is now stable and well enough to come home! (Apparently after a heart attack, the yardstick for "well enough to go home" is "can walk up a few stairs.") They sent him home with five new medications and a strict diet/exercise regimen (though honestly, my mind is blown, bc they want him to lose 10-15 pounds... idk where from, bc he's already so lean!). Part of his heart is dead, and he won't ever recover full functionality of his heart.
He has to be so, so uber-careful with his health, since he's at such high risk for another attack, but we feel very blessed, because we know things could have been so much worse. And because we've felt love and support from family and friends across countries. Thank you for your words of encouragement, for your calls, your voicemails, your texts. (Speaking of which, I'm sorry I haven't responded to most of them! Please know that they all made a difference to me and were very, very much appreciated!!)
That's all I've got for now. Thank you again, everyone! Dad report over and out.