So I was all prepared to write a cutesy, heartwarming post about Thanksgiving and how even though we would be spending it in the hospital, we'd be together. I was going to talk about how stuffing is the superior Thanksgiving food and maybe even share a recipe. My mom was bringing a ton of food and we were going to feed all the young and hungry nurses and people waiting for heart transplants delicious, low salt food. OXO, my favorite company in the entire universe (yup, universe. I travel a lot) even sent me a ton of amazing cleaning supplies to clean up the inevitable, massive mess we were going to make in the hospital's patient lounge. Seriously though, I adore this thing and use it everyday. Go buy one.
The call came at 3 am, Thanksgiving Day. After five long months, it was finally coming. The heart we had all been waiting for. We hastily packed our bags and all the food we had prepared to make the four hour drive out to the Mayo Clinic. At 10 am, the nurses wheeled my him down to surgery, making an arch out of their arms for him to pass through, as I walked behind, Chariots of Fire blaring out of my phone. That image about sums up my father.
It's been a long and stressful journey, but we can finally move on to the stages of recovery. And I can't think of a more appropriate time for this to happen than Thanksgiving. Thank you to all of you who have been so supportive through this whole process. We couldn't have done it without you.
The call came at 3 am, Thanksgiving Day. After five long months, it was finally coming. The heart we had all been waiting for. We hastily packed our bags and all the food we had prepared to make the four hour drive out to the Mayo Clinic. At 10 am, the nurses wheeled my him down to surgery, making an arch out of their arms for him to pass through, as I walked behind, Chariots of Fire blaring out of my phone. That image about sums up my father.
It's been a long and stressful journey, but we can finally move on to the stages of recovery. And I can't think of a more appropriate time for this to happen than Thanksgiving. Thank you to all of you who have been so supportive through this whole process. We couldn't have done it without you.
Your mom just told me to read your latest blog,"it will bring you to tears" she said. As always your mom was right. What an amazing way to put into words how many people felt that day of thanks. We also sat at our dinner table that day with many tears of happiness and of course fear. I can picture your dad being wheeled down to the operating room pumping his fist with his infectious smile. What a wonderful team of doctors and nurses to give him such an entrance into that special operating room. Thank you for posting your blog into such great detail, I feel like I was able to be a part of such a special day, a new birthday for your dad. See you soon. Love, Lisa Williams
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