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OMG People…It is finally Friday!

What an eventful week it has been. Can I just take a moment to vent here? I mean I feel as though I kind of owe you since I haven’t really been present on the blog or social media this week.

Sooo….

It all began early Saturday morning when I received the dreaded phone call that my dad was being rushed to the hospital. As much as I consider myself tough and pulled together…nothing mattered at that moment.

What was I even doing before the phone rang? Oh yea, I was in the process of cooking breakfast when I walked away from the stove on the phone with food still being cooked full blast. Thank goodness for my son turning everything off or else I would have burned the house down as well.

At that moment, nothing mattered other than getting myself to the hospital as fast as possible.

So there I found myself sitting at the hospital, a blur of test, a multitude of nurses that were friendly, but I couldn’t possibly remember all of their names. Courtney, Alison, Gloria…the one with the blonde hair…the one that asked me if I needed anything.

Even more doctors trying their best to explain to me that my dad’s heart had not been functioning properly for quite some time and open-heart surgery was the only option. I now wonder what the soft-spoken cardiac surgeon was trying to read as he scanned my face when he advised me of his findings and remembering how close he was as he delivered the news to me. Did my eyes widen? Was he afraid I might pass out? Did I stop breathing for a moment? Of course, I was breathing, but at that moment it felt as though someone had turned on the radio with the message…This is a test.

Anyway…more on that a little later.