My Brother and My Fatheron February 21, 2007 at 12:00 am
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:
- February 16, 2007: Every Advance Must Be Paid For (corresponds to Looking for Hope)
- February 13, 2006: Dad Update (corresponds to Waiting)
- February 11, 2006: Keep Praying (corresponds to A Deep Sleep Following a Temporary Lack of Oxygen)
- February 10, 2006: Prayers Needed (corresponds to Sick)
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.