Showing posts with label heart attack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart attack. Show all posts

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Facebook alerts

Ms. Martyr commented that she found it strange we should find out about Cliff's brother's heart attack on Facebook, in this day of cell phones.  Actually if you know the time-line, it isn't so strange.  
Of course we would have eventually gotten a call from his wife or one of his kids after their whirlwind trip chasing the ambulance to a hospital forty miles away, followed by the emergency procedure to put the stints in place.  I'm sure they did contact all four of their kids by cell phone on the way to the hospital.  But what do you tell a man's siblings when you think your husband or father is dying, and what purpose would be served?  They were more interested in getting Phil through this alive than in making a bunch of phone calls.  
The message on Facebook was there as soon as Phil was in the ambulance, posted by a daughter-in-law who lives next door to them.  She simply asked for prayers for her father-in-law who was on the way to the hospital with chest pains.   
Cliff went to visit Phil yesterday, and he's doing great.  Good Lord willing, he'll be going home today.  
Phil said his energy level had been low for a couple of weeks; he'd practically had to force himself to get up and do anything.  
Now we know why.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Motivation

Cliff and I have really been needing some motivation to get us on the right track.  I've been planning, as I've said here, to get back to the heart-healthy cooking; seems like we've gotten so far off-track, and it isn't easy to get back on.  Eating, after all, is one of my favorite recreations, followed closely by cooking fried foods and baking pies and cookies.  
Motivation has perhaps come in a way I could have done without.  
Cliff's older brother, Phil, had a heart attack this morning; his daughter-in-law posted it on Facebook or I wouldn't have known yet.  He'd had open-heart surgery about ten years ago.  This morning the doctors found that one artery was 97% blocked.  They put in two stints at the bottom of his heart and he's doing OK, although they believe there is some damage.  I'm sure they'd appreciate prayers and positive thoughts on his behalf.   
I'm thankful Phil is doing well.  
Cliff is going to lose the extra weight, and so am I.  


That's Phil last summer, enjoying some of his many grandchildren.