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Saturday morning I got a call from my brother that dad had been having chest pains, and was currently in the ER. Everybody was convinced it was nothing serious, just checking up in case and all. All the tests they ran that afternoon didn't show anything wrong, but they decided to keep him, since they couldn't do an angiogram until today. The "working diagnosis" was that he had had a mild heart attack.

I went out to see him yesterday, and he seemed fine- in good spirits, good energy, feeling fine- although they had him hooked up to all the requisite machines, and he had oxygen. We were all waiting to see the results of today's angiogram.

Well, the upshot is that the angiogram showed some sort of blockage, and they're sending him in for surgery first thing tomorrow morning.

Suffice to say, I'm terrified.

Prayers would be greatly appreciated. I don't really want to talk about it with person after person, so please don't innundate me with a flood of phone calls right now. I'll make another post tomorrow after he's out of surgery and awake, and we know more.

I'm going to get out there, somehow, so I'm there while he's in surgery, and when he wakes up. My dad and I are really close, and he is scared enough that he actually admitted he'd like it if I were there- for my dad, that's huge, he's not one to talk about stuff like that.

Anyway, that's what's going on.