I talked to my brother about two hours ago. He woke up in the afternoon with an appetite (ONE very good sign), then went out again before he got any food. According to his wife, he has been asking for food all night long. He is aware of things and it seems that he is going to be fine.
Maybe all my worries were unfounded, but the reality is that his surgery required for his heart to be stopped, cut upon, re-sown with mechanical implants in place then re-started.
My faith in modern medical techniques is not strong enough to alleviate the fears I felt due to this procedure.
Thank FUCK in a BUCKET, it is almost over. He seems to be himself.
I am glad to hear this!
Thanks.
iI's beeen a rough couple of days, but things are better.
Now, I will disappear back into the raveled folds of what small, shimmering wet licks of life's trials that I can still taste. Sorry to have been such a drama queen though all this.
I was scared and afraid. I was beside myself.