This year has been relentless, as we have stumbled from one family crisis to another. And still it has not ended.
On Monday evening I got a call from my sister, to say my father had been rushed to hospital with chest pains. On Tuesday morning I called my mum, to find out she didn't know where he was and thought he might be on his way home. It took me a few phone calls to find the right hospital and ward, because admission details had not been updated on the computer overnight, but I did eventually track him down. He was waiting to be seen by the doctors.
Speaking to him after lunch, the prognosis did not seem too good...the doctor thought he would need another angioplasty (he had one earlier this year after a very near-miss heart attack). But by the next day, when he had undergone tests and been seen by the consultant, things were looking better...the pain was eventually put down to a gastric problem and he was sent home on Thursday afternoon.
We are keeping our fingers crossed for no further scares, I don't think my own heart can cope with much more.
Three notable things:
1. Catching up this week with old friends I had not seen for a long time.
2. Feeling very sad over the deaths of yet more children, both in the news and closer to home.
3. Receiving a pristine new textbook from the OU to replace the one torn by son 2.