Yesterday, my father was air medevac’d to UNC hospital in NC from Ft Bragg.
The Army doc was so nice. He even printed out mapquest style instructions to the hospital (90min drive). He told us the Cardiologist moved one of his patients to fit my dad in due to his condition.
The Army flight attendants were so nice. They joked with my dad while they were prepping the helicopter. Before they hauled him away, one of them ripped off their patch and put it in my hand saying, “we will take good care of him.”
Yesterday, my dad had taken my mom in for an appointment, but went over to the ER because he had trouble breathing.
Covid test came back negative.
But he was developing the initial stages of pneumonia.
….and something on an EKG that the doc called a 3rd degree heart block, which is apparently a complete heart block. He had a heart rate sitting around 34 BPM.
So many thoughts…
I feel like shit.
I don’t feel like I ever relayed how grateful I am for the sacrifices he made for our family.
The opportunities it gave me and my sister.
How much I love him.
Please…
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