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Would those that pray, please pray for my father? He had a bad fall in our kitchen this morning. The took him to the hospital. He didn’t lose consciousness and he was’t bleeding on the outside. But when they did a cat scan, they found a little bit of bleeding in his head. They may have to do surgery. Thanks in advance
That’s awful. I’ll be sending prayers and good thoughts, Warb.
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2nd Cat scan still shows bleeding. They are still trying to treat without surgery. Thank you so much for your prayers
Best of luck to you and your father, Warbler.
Yes Warbler, my thoughts and prayers are with you.
I haven’t given an update for a bit. My father had to wait 12 days before the doctors were finally able to perform his bypass surgery. His initial heart attack is often described as the “Widow Maker” because it so thoroughly kills the majority of those it afflicts.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterior_interventricular_branch_of_left_coronary_artery#Widowmaker
They did not immediately perform the surgery because it was believed that his neurological damage would be so severe due to the poor circulation of his heart immediately following the heart attack. Their protocol was to first induce hypothermia for 24 hours to preserve his mind as much as possible and see if there was anyone upstairs worth saving.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Targeted_temperature_management#Cardiac_arrest
My dad woke up on his own after maybe 12 hours of hypothermia, unexpectedly, and his mental capacity seemed to remarkably intact, much to the amazement of the physicians caring for him.
After several complications including pneumonia, excessive internal bleeding (he was given heparin, a blood thinner to prevent further blockage, but was difficult to control as he would continue to bleed far longer than expected even after heparin was stopped), and other things, they finally went ahead with the surgery on Monday. There they discovered that he had a hole in his hear in the left ventricle, the chamber of the heart responsible for circulation to the entire body. Of all that my father had survived, this was the most amazing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myocardial_rupture#Prognosis
Mortality for this incident is 100%! Nobody survives this! My father had been living with this for several days. As the tissue died from the lack of circulation to a portion of his heart, the hole developed a few days after his heart attack. It was undetected. He should have bled to death. But miraculously, the pericardium, the lining outside the heart, somehow had adhered directly to the cardiac muscle, when normally there is a space between the two. As it held tightly there while the hole developed, the blood was able to clot over the hole, thus preventing him from bleeding to death. The cardiac surgeon performed a double bypass and stitched up that hole.
Now my dad is not yet out of the woods. While he continues to slowly improve, there is always the chance that something will go south. I just have to say here that while I know there are many who do not believe in God or the power of prayer, and while you all can point to the (now slightly less than 100%) remaining people who have had the same complication and died, I personally attribute all the miraculous perservation of my father’s life to a God who loves my dad. I am so grateful to God for whatever reason he felt my dad still had some time left on this earth.
I respect all your views, and no one need comment on my spiritual interpretation, as I do not wish to stir up a religious debate. But where we all can agree, it is truly astounding that my father’s heart is still beating, that he can understand what I said to him today over the phone, that he continues to recover in spite of complications, and I am so grateful that my this man yet lives. Thank you all for your well wishes, thoughts, and to those to whom it applies, your prayers. I also am grateful to those with whom I’ve had tiffs in the past who put aside any harsh feelings you may have for me to wish my dad and family your kind thoughts. Thank you all. I’ll likely never meet any of you, but even across the Interwebs, I am grateful for your kindness.
That’s crazy, Ender. You dad got incredibly lucky it sounds like and that’s fantastic. I hope he keeps improving.
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Amazing stuff! Continued good wishes for both of you.
Yes Warbler, my thoughts and prayers are with you.
I haven’t given an update for a bit. My father had to wait 12 days before the doctors were finally able to perform his bypass surgery. His initial heart attack is often described as the “Widow Maker” because it so thoroughly kills the majority of those it afflicts.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterior_interventricular_branch_of_left_coronary_artery#Widowmaker
They did not immediately perform the surgery because it was believed that his neurological damage would be so severe due to the poor circulation of his heart immediately following the heart attack. Their protocol was to first induce hypothermia for 24 hours to preserve his mind as much as possible and see if there was anyone upstairs worth saving.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Targeted_temperature_management#Cardiac_arrest
My dad woke up on his own after maybe 12 hours of hypothermia, unexpectedly, and his mental capacity seemed to remarkably intact, much to the amazement of the physicians caring for him.
After several complications including pneumonia, excessive internal bleeding (he was given heparin, a blood thinner to prevent further blockage, but was difficult to control as he would continue to bleed far longer than expected even after heparin was stopped), and other things, they finally went ahead with the surgery on Monday. There they discovered that he had a hole in his hear in the left ventricle, the chamber of the heart responsible for circulation to the entire body. Of all that my father had survived, this was the most amazing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myocardial_rupture#Prognosis
Mortality for this incident is 100%! Nobody survives this! My father had been living with this for several days. As the tissue died from the lack of circulation to a portion of his heart, the hole developed a few days after his heart attack. It was undetected. He should have bled to death. But miraculously, the pericardium, the lining outside the heart, somehow had adhered directly to the cardiac muscle, when normally there is a space between the two. As it held tightly there while the hole developed, the blood was able to clot over the hole, thus preventing him from bleeding to death. The cardiac surgeon performed a double bypass and stitched up that hole.
Now my dad is not yet out of the woods. While he continues to slowly improve, there is always the chance that something will go south. I just have to say here that while I know there are many who do not believe in God or the power of prayer, and while you all can point to the (now slightly less than 100%) remaining people who have had the same complication and died, I personally attribute all the miraculous perservation of my father’s life to a God who loves my dad. I am so grateful to God for whatever reason he felt my dad still had some time left on this earth.
I respect all your views, and no one need comment on my spiritual interpretation, as I do not wish to stir up a religious debate. But where we all can agree, it is truly astounding that my father’s heart is still beating, that he can understand what I said to him today over the phone, that he continues to recover in spite of complications, and I am so grateful that my this man yet lives. Thank you all for your well wishes, thoughts, and to those to whom it applies, your prayers. I also am grateful to those with whom I’ve had tiffs in the past who put aside any harsh feelings you may have for me to wish my dad and family your kind thoughts. Thank you all. I’ll likely never meet any of you, but even across the Interwebs, I am grateful for your kindness.
That is just amazing. I hope your father continues to recover. I’ll keep praying.
Good news about my Dad. The 3rd cat scan showed the bleeding in his head has stopped. He is stable but a bit confused. The Doctor thinks he can recover, but it will be a while and it won’t be easy.
Great news!
Warbler, I’m glad your pops is making progress. I’m so sorry he has to go through this but hopefully he mends soon. The doctor just told me my dad will need rehabilitation as well. I guess we’re going through similar experience. Your dad is in my prayers as well.
Best wishes to dads everywhere.
Happy to hear your dad is doing so well under the circumstances. I hope he pulls through this.
I was finally able to see him today. He is very confused. He knew he was in the hospital, but he didn’t know which one and he didn’t know why he was in the hospital. He knew who Mom and I are. They had to put mitts on his hands to prevent him from pulling out the stuff they got him connected to. They connected a catheter to take care of hi bathroom needs. Mom kept trying to explain this too him, but he didn’t understand and kept wanting to get to go to the bathroom. It is very difficult to see him so confused. My mom is strong, I just wish I could be stronger for her. I hope he regains his senses soon.
He sounds very much like my friend who had the stroke. He was like that for the first few weeks. If you keep asking him questions and give him a few hints now and then he will improve. If he ever had creative interests Like drawing getting him some pencils and a large pad will help. Even if it’s just making marks on a page. It gets hum to manipulate something. Ask him what food he likes. I got some pre-cut apple segments and shared then with my pal and it was like he had never eaten apple before. The look of surprise and delight. I hope your dad recovers well.
Mom said he was a little more alert this morning. But when Mom and I went back to visit him this afternoon, he not alert at all. Very sleep. Barely spoke a word. He didn’t answer when Mom tried to tell him we were there. He did squeeze her hand a little when asked. Mom was able to spoon feed him a little food. I guess we need to be patient.
Hang in there, Warb.
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That’s good to hear, Ender!
My thoughts are with your family, Warb.
thank you, thank you everyone.
That’s good to hear, Ender!
My thoughts are with your family, Warb.
Yeah. Put me down as praying for you both. I hope it all goes ok.
K. Let’s have this ride.
My 82 year-old grandfather fell and hit himself on some pavement. I had a nightmare about losing him not eight hours before I got the news. It continually haunts me and brings on panic attacks. My mother took him to the hospital. Our worst fear was broken bones, which would be a death sentence at his age, but the nurses all said nothing is broken. He’s badly banged up, cut and bruised something fierce, but hopefully his old body still has enough life in it to heal up. My uncle was watching for the day before having a miniature breakdown of sorts. My mother called me and asked if I’d stay with him tonight, and possibly tomorrow since I’m off work. I of course said yes, I would, and am there now. He’s asleep, hopefully healing. Horrible thoughts about loss run through my head, bit for now, I’m glad he seems to be handling it, and hope for more years out of him yet. God, I was frightened.
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That sounds incredibly lucky. Hopefully he’s okay.
As an aside, it always shocks me when people mention great-grandparents. Mine were all long gone before I could remember.
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That’s good to hear, Ender!
My thoughts are with your family, Warb.
Yeah. Put me down as praying for you both. I hope it all goes ok.
Thank you.
He is still very confused. He referred to me by my Mom’s name and my Mom by my name. He keeps wanting to pull out the stuff they got him connected to. He keeps saying “get me up” and we keep telling him we can’t do that. He keeps moaning “help me”. But there is nothing we can do. That was yesterday. Its very difficult to see him like that. Mom said this morning that he was a little more alert. But still a little moaning “help me”. The Doctors say only time will tell. Its very hard
As an aside, it always shocks me when people mention great-grandparents. Mine were all long gone before I could remember.
Both my grandmothers are alive and healthy at the age of 90, and my daughters will be fourtunate enough to remember them after they’re gone.
My grandfathers have been gone for years and years, long before my daughters were born.
That’s good to hear, Ender!
My thoughts are with your family, Warb.
Yeah. Put me down as praying for you both. I hope it all goes ok.
Thank you.
He is still very confused. He referred to me by my Mom’s name and my Mom by my name. He keeps wanting to pull out the stuff they got him connected to. He keeps saying “get me up” and we keep telling him we can’t do that. He keeps moaning “help me”. But there is nothing we can do. That was yesterday. Its very difficult to see him like that. Mom said this morning that he was a little more alert. But still a little moaning “help me”. The Doctors say only time will tell. Its very hard
Continued best wishes. One of the 90-year-old grandmothers I referred to above had a pretty bad stroke many years ago, and had a lot of those kinds of problems, but was eventually able to make a full recovery.
That sounds incredibly lucky. Hopefully he’s okay.
As an aside, it always shocks me when people mention great-grandparents. Mine were all long gone before I could remember.
It’s lucky, but I think it’s really broken him mentally. He’s trying to take longer walks to get back to where he was after less than a week, he’s frustrated that he can’t cook as much yet, he’s trying hard to fight against it. I’m worried he’ll strain himself or hurt himself again. Let’s hope he’s able to take things down a bit. God, I’m so fucking scared.
Over at the AV Club After Dark I got (retrospectively deservedly) called out on some sexism in some jokey posts I put up. Rather than directly apologizing, I kind o whined about it in another thread, exacerbating the problem. I got called out on it rather harshly by a particular poster. I am kind of upset, I’m not going to lie. But if that’s what I’m upset about, I suppose I need to reevaluate my life. I just feel pretty crummy for what I did and for being called out in, somewhat harshly in a particular case. I’ll live, I know. It also ties into the morass of issues I have about my own sexuality, but that’s a whole other discussion.
I have had a few episodes with the compulsions returning too. It’s probably related to the spates of anxiety surrounding recent events, but I’m worried that whatever Walls I had built up there could start coming down. I should try to contact that other therapist again. I don’t know anymore, every time I even try to push back against this, I panic and retreat. I can’t hide from this forever. But every attempt I make to face it seems to end in retreat. I’ve insulated myself too long. I just don’t know what the fuck to do.
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