Wow, a lot can happen in a month. I have much to tell, but some things are not quite ready to be told yet.
The biggest news is about my dad. After my Mom’s death on May 2, I stayed with my dad in California. We worked on getting things together at the house, getting his finances in order, finding out where Mom hid things in the kitchen, etc. After about two weeks he began complaining about a problem sleeping. He said that at night he would lie down and then begin having trouble breathing. He would grow anxious thinking about his breathing and thinking about Mom and then he would not be able to sleep. For several nights this continued. I asked him at one point, “When did all this start?” He answered, “About the time your mom died.” Hmmm. Might there be a connection?
I suggested we go to the doctor and have him checked and perhaps get some medicine to help with anxiety. We got right in to see his regular doctor. He agreed that this was probably related to stress fro his grieiving process and prescribed some medicine that would relieve his anxiety and help him sleep. But he also wanted to run some heart tests “just in case.”
We had planned two trips at this time. One was to fly out to Kentucky and see Samuel at his school award ceremony where he received his Winston Churchill Award. The other was an American Airlines retiree convention taking place in Las Vegas. We asked the doctor if it was all right to make these trips and he said it should be alright as long as Dad was able to sleep. So we set off for Kentucky.
While we were in Kentucky my dad received an email saying that he had been scheduled an appointment with a cardiologist for July 6 (this was on May 22). There was no explanation given, but we knew that it was as a result of his heart tests that had been done. We started to try to contact his doctor’s office (no mean feat, let me tell you) and find out what was happening. When we finally contacted a nurse in his doctor’s office my dad was told to be sure not to travel. “Well,” my dad explained, “that will be difficult for me since I am in Kentucky now and I won’t be able to see the doctor in July unless I travel back to California.” The nurse seemed a little put off that my dad had already traveled to Kentucky, but we were a little put off by the fact that we had great difficulty getting any information about what was wrong with my dad.
What really bothered us was that they had scheduled an appointment six weeks away for my dad. But at the same time the office is telling him not to travel. If it is serious enough to put this restriction on him, isn’t it serious enough to get him into the doctor sooner than that? We were puzzled and frustrated.
When my father and I returned to California we met with my dad’s pastor for breakfast. When he heard about my dad’s problem, he said, “We have one of the best cardiologists in the area right in our church. Let’s ask Peter on Wednesday night what you should do.” So on Wednesday night prayer meeting we met Dr. Lai (Peter) and went over my dad’s symptoms. He promised to look into it and get back with us as soon as he could. Thursday we received a phone call saying that he wanted my dad to come in right away and see him at the office. We made an appointment for Friday morning. On Friday we met the doctor and after looking at the initial heart scan said that this was very serious and that he wanted to do an angiogram next week. We made an apppointment for Tuesday morning.
Since we had the weekend free we made a trip to Southern California to visit my Aunt Alice, my mom’s sister, who was in the hospital with several issues. We had not seen her since my mom had passed away and we thought this would be a good time to see her. We had a great visit with Aunt Alice and her children. It was the first time I had seen some of them in close to 30 years.