When it rains it pours...

right into the basement of my parents house apparently! I think we sometimes forget how much we rely on others and it has always been my dad's job to check the sump pump. The sump pump didn't stand a chance with the big crack it had in the pipe connected to it. So my mother and I have been in cahoots trying to tip-toe around the subject of the flooded basement while we're in front of the HEART patient with HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE.

So when I logged on the computer this morning I can't tell you how much it warmed my heart to see everyone who had commented or offered a kind word or said a prayer. My family and I so appreciate all of you! I've spent most of the afternoon with my dad and lucked out in being there when the doctors made their rounds. He had been referred to a specialist earlier in the day and the specialist arrived with his posse of other docs. It seems that they all concur that he is on the appropriate course of treatment for his lungs and heart. The last thing they want to check is to make sure there are no blood clots that are lodged in his chest somewhere as there seems to be an area on the left side of his heart that has a lot of pressure in it which doesn't allow for the heart to relax properly. I think we all felt like the specialist gave a good account of the present situation and were reassured they won't be sending him home before they have a clear picture.

Physically, dad looked a hundred times better today. And when we briefly brought the boys up to see him he lit right up. We still have a few more blips to figure out but we're so GRATEFUL it seems to have started to turn around so fast this time.