My Brother and My Father

My dad is on some pain killers following his operation, so during the 11 o’clock hour — when he is normally the most active — his pulse did not exceed 91 beets/second. So other than a confirmation that he would soon be moved from critical to pulmonary (merely because the successful tracheotomy means he doesn’t need round-the-clock attention, but does need special attention to his breathing tube) I don’t know much.

My brother, Catholicgauze, has also been following the events. WhileI have let tdaxp become far more of a personal blog than Geographic Travels with Catholicgauze over the past many days, my brother’s words are more concise and less technical.

He has written four dad-related posts:

My dad’s heart attack was the Saturday for last. With this post my first writing on his illness, titled “Sick,” falls off this blog’s front page.