2009 Isn’t Over!
So to make a long story short, after my Grandpa and my brother died my uncle passed away as well. Shortly after my uncle died my dad had a “massive heart attack” on October 31st 2009. He and my mom came home from a walk/run and my dad sat at the table to eat breakfast and started to sweat really badly. He told my mom that he didn’t feel well so my mom told him to lay on the ground and asked him if she should call 911. The weird part was that my dad said yes. She knew it was serious if he would actually say yes. As my mom ran upstairs to change her clothes she was on the phone with 911 telling them that they need assistance right away. As they were exchanging information the lady said, “Is he conscious right now,” my mom said “well, he was 2 minutes ago let me go make sure.” She ran downstairs and my dad was dead on the floor. By then my mom flipped out and started losing it. The lady she was talking to told her that there were paramedics on their way. The lady told my mom what to do in the meantime and my mom said that she was mad at my dad for leaving her.
The paramedics team arrived which consisted of 7 people. They pushed my mom aside and got to work. The defibrillator was sending shocks to my dad’s heart over and over again. They drilled IV’s in my dad’s shin because his veins collapsed. After a total of 10 minutes they were able to get a pulse. They rushed him to the ambulance and put my mom in the front seat. When they arrived to the hospital there was a team waiting there ready for action. He went into surgery immediately. I, again, was at work of course when I received the news from my brother David. He said, “Tiff dad had a heart attack and they are trying to revive him.” I hung up the phone in shock and left the gym. I sat in my car trying to call people to see if they were able to bring him back. No one answered. 40 minutes later my Uncle Steve answered and told me that he was in surgery and that they were hopeful but not sure what the permanent damage might be because of how long he was gone for.
I booked a flight to go back to Oregon after just being there for my grandpa’s funeral and then my brother’s so in a way it was great to see family again! I walked into my dad’s room and he reached out his hand and told me to come give him a hug. I was in shock. My dad was actually talking to me and not a couch potato???? He just held me and kept saying, “Not today, it’s not my turn.” Now, when I say “kept saying” I really mean that. He would repeat everything over and over again. I told my mom, “man that is going to be really annoying if you have to listen to the same sentence 23473208320 times a day!” Well I am overly happy to say that my dad is healthier now than he was before the heart attack. He is stronger than ever and his heart is a dad-gum machine! That sucker is strong! Pretty crazy eh? Never a dull moment at mi casa home slices!
After my dad was released from the hospital we went to the fire station where the paramedics were that saved my dad's life. We met a lot of our family there so we could say thank you. Only 2 of them were actually there and it was so much fun to meet the guys. They were so incredibly nice.
After my dad was released from the hospital we went to the fire station where the paramedics were that saved my dad's life. We met a lot of our family there so we could say thank you. Only 2 of them were actually there and it was so much fun to meet the guys. They were so incredibly nice.
It was pretty weird when my dad got down on the floor so they could demonstrate what they did on the day of the heart attack... ha
All of us that went to say thank you!
Just two days after my dad had his heart attack I found out I was pregnant! Weeeeee! Oooops!!! Haha that was shocking! Man life just comes and goes don’t it?!
