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July 24, 2008 The short and highly-edited version 
Everyone is alive and at their respective dwellings. My Dad has a few bits of metal wire in his arteries keeping things open, which I gather is standard treatment, though I'll admit I know next to nothing about this. He's been told he's not allowed to climb stairs, drive, or pick up anything heavier than five pounds for the next four weeks. Considering they live in the middle of nowhere and all of his hobbies involved heavy equipment of one kind or another, this is a serious restriction in his lifestyle. In the meantime, while there's plenty I'd like to be able to say about this, it's not the kind of thing I can put here without a lot of thought and censorship. Everything honest or truthful that I could say about it would be unkind, and possibly unfair. Thanks to everyone who expressed concern over the last few days, I appreciate it. I hate to segue from "crisis! crisis!" to "let's just forget all that, shall we?" since it feels so abrupt and incomplete, but--let's just forget all that, shall we? For now, anyway. That might be a story I can tell some other day. Posted by Andrea at July 24, 2008 2:24 PM under Friends and Others EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Forget what? ;) Posted by: Kia at July 24, 2008 3:15 PM
I'm glad things are returning to normal. Posted by: Mary at July 24, 2008 9:54 PM
my dad had a heart attack last winter, and it was pretty bad: one blocked artery, three 70% blocked, 7 stents total to fix things. his recovery went smoothly and now you'd never know that six months ago he had a heart attack that would have required open-heart surgery in the not too distant past. such is cardiac care these days. my best wishes for you and your family, i hope things go smoothly for everyone, and i hope you find a way to write about it soon. Posted by: Kateri at July 24, 2008 11:17 PM
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