Over the weekend, hubby, Little Mr and I had the pleasure of visiting a holiday park in the beautiful Cotswolds as part of an assessment for Approved Family Friendly (blog post coming soon). We were having a fabulous time, hubby was celebrating his birthday and we were spending an hour in the pool having fun. Imagine my shock when I pick up my mobile to see 8 missed calls and several voicemails asking me to call my Sister as soon as possible. The words, Dad has had a heart attack, stunned me and knocked me for six!
My Dad has always been incredibly active. He has a very busy job working in Air Conditioning often requiring long days, motorway journeys and stop overs in London or Leeds or wherever the job may be. He has always been a trooper. Usually moaning but rarely complaining about the graft he has to do. He just gets stuck in and gets the job done to his usual high standard. I remember when I moved in with hubby, I asked my Dad to put our shelves and the curtain poles up as I knew he would do them quickly and without fuss whereas me and hubby would have taken hours only for them to fall down again an hour later.
When I saw my Dad on Sunday he looked so pale and weak, it was frightening. To hear what he had been through was truly awful and I was scared. My Dad has never had any problems with his health. He’s had the odd cold here and there but nothing to go to the Doctors about. In fact, his last appointment at the Doctors was over five years ago so that speaks volumes about how fit and healthy we thought he was.
Little did we know what was around the corner, I was and still am, completely shocked that my lovely Dad has suffered such an awful attack. Life is so unpredictable, I don’t think I ever expected him to be in this position, I guess no-one ever does but I’m just so shocked by it all, I can’t quite take it in. We are incredibly lucky that my Dad managed to seek help as quickly as he did. My Mom rang the ambulance and he was attended to within minutes. I can’t thank the medical staff at the hospital enough as within the hour he was being operated on which undoubtedly saved his life.
My parents future plans now will have to change (work, holidays, diet, my Moms new kitchen etc) but that’s a small price to pay for having my Dad still with us. If you ever mean to tell someone you love them, now is the time. Tell them. You might think they know but you never know what is around the corner. I told my Dad on Sunday that I love him and we’re going to be there for him throughout his recovery and beyond. He’ll probably get a bit fed up of us but that’s fine by me. At least he’s there to moan at me.