My dad called me this morning and asked me to come over because his throat hurt, he was sweating and he had a headache. Right when I was going out the door I called him and he said he was going to call 911. I arrived the same time as the Fire Dept (hats off to those gents), they did some testing and took him to hospital #1 where I was told he had a heart attack by the doctor on staff but that they could not treat him there. They gave him nitro and Plavix. Off to hospital #2 where the heart specialist was on site.

He went directly in to surgery and he did well. I spoke with him after he got in to ICU. He goes in for another surgery Monday and a third surgery in a month. The heart surgeon litterally saved his life. The surgeon showed me video from the procedure and explained what the issue was and what he did to address it. I gave the surgeon a firm handshake and thank you which seemed so petty given what he did for my dad. I am going back to see my dad in a couple of hours. Man what a scary situation.