My father had a heart attack
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010When my father had a heart attack I was so scared. All I could see through the operating room window was the surgical lights and the tops of the surgeons heads. I was scared that I would not get to tell my dad I loved him again. We sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. When we finally got to see him he did not know what was going on or where he was. We told him that he had a surgery and that he was going to be okay. A few hours later we talked to him again and he said he never remembered us being there earlier. It was scary.