This afternoon, exactly to the day, on the 5th week of Andrew's death, I get another "Oh Frak!" phone call. My father has collapsed and is being transported in an ambulance to the hospital.
I felt dizzy, in shock, and I really wanted to crawl into a corner or start yelling. Not, oh please!!! AGAIN!!!!
I make the mad dash from Fort Collins, to Littleton. This time to the Littleton Adventist Hospital. After a 2 hour drive, and battle through traffic on Sante Fe, I get there. Dreading it. And there I find my mom and dad in the ER, My father with good color, sitting up, and waiting to be discharged. All tests are clear. In fact Dad was champing at the bit, as he wanted to show me some photos that he had taken that morning as part of the 2010 Challenge!
Thank God.
I don't think I could have gone through with this again. Absolutely not!!!
