I couldn't bring myself to post yesterday... it was a bit of a harrowing day.
It started at 7.45am with a phone call.. we were lying in bed, debating who'd get up for the first shower. Gareth answered, and it was obvious that it wasn't good news. I had some idea of what it might be about, but I was wrong.
"Hi Sar, I'm afraid Dad's in hospital, he's had a stroke." The words hit me like a sledgehammer. It had happened on Sunday night, about 11pm, and Mum leapt to the phone, immediately knowing what was wrong. The paramedics arrived within ten minutes and were brilliant, as were the ambulance team and hospital staff. It seems Dad was fortunate to have suffered a very mild stroke, or Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA), and within a couple of hours he was showing strong signs of recovery.
Monday was a difficult day, though, as the 24 hours following such an incident are critical as further attacks can occur in this time. Thankfully, though, he was fine last night and 'slept like a log'! Dad's scan and other tests seem to be very encouraging, and he is due home this afternoon. It's the second time he has had an incident like this, however, and Mum and Dad really need to think through their options for the future.
Look after yourself, Dad.. we love you and want you to be around for a good while yet!
