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The first thing the Tickler told me on our weekly call last night was that her father had surgery to remove a blockage in his heart a few days ago, and he hasn't regained consciousness since. He's in bad shape: Alzheimer's, brain lesions on his MRI, and what sound like TIAs*. He has family there with him, but the Tickler says it's likely they're going down to see him soon. Even if not, they're not going to feel up to going on our planned date on Saturday.
I get it. Hey, it takes the pressure off me for house cleaning and grocery shopping, and it isn't as if I've never gone stag to a play party before, even if I'd rather not.
It's pretty unlikely that the Tickler's dad is going to get better. If not, I hope he doesn't linger. I've never seen the Tickler quite like this, and I wish there weren't so many miles between us now.
*Transient ischemic attacks, often called "mini-strokes".
I get it. Hey, it takes the pressure off me for house cleaning and grocery shopping, and it isn't as if I've never gone stag to a play party before, even if I'd rather not.
It's pretty unlikely that the Tickler's dad is going to get better. If not, I hope he doesn't linger. I've never seen the Tickler quite like this, and I wish there weren't so many miles between us now.
*Transient ischemic attacks, often called "mini-strokes".
