Monday, February 2, 2009

Some Things "I'll think about tomorrow."

I, for the most part, do not find myself able to relate to Scarlet O'Hara in any way except when she says,"I'll think about that tomorrow."  Sometimes, though, tomorrow comes with a slap in the face.  Oblivion is the tightly built nest secure in a tree amongst three limbs and Reality is the unexpected spring storm that blows it clear across the street to the neighbor's yard. Reality came home to roost today by way of telephone.  

Mom says that Dad's stress test showed that he has had at some point a heart attack.

Doctor says that, while the heart did receive damage, it is receiving blood and working fine.

Stacie says What do you mean my parents won't live forever?

I'll think about that tomorrow...


phd in yogurtry said...

Strong and healthy heart vibes being sent your dad's way.

The Finely Tuned Woman said...

I hope your Dad's heart is as strong as the doctor claims it to be. You want your Dad around for a long, long time.

I've come around to see who leaves these nice comments on my blog. I'll add you to my Google reader so I'll be by every day. I like the way you write.

therapydoc said...

Yeah, it's a rude awakening. Then they follow up (at some point) with, "I wasn't supposed to live this long!"

Stacie said...

You guys are really great! I wasn't even planning on blogging about it but I guess it needed to come out.

Eudea-Mamia said...

I hate that realization - to the core of my being, I hate it.

Hugs to you. Good vibes to your Dad.

And the Tuesday story, I know my dear, I know.

Louise said...

Sometimes that's all we can do. Sometimes we just can't get through the day without putting a little of that thinking until tomorrow.

That's scary about your dad. But the fact that it happened with no one any the wiser might mean he's got a strong ole heart. And he might live a long, long time!