Huge sighs of relief.

Mum and I went to see Dad this evening. Okay, he was not so good, he was sick several times due to the anesthetic, he was on oxygen and they recycled his blood. Which was a new process to me, as it was coming out and collected it got dripped back in, in 500ml bags.

But even with all of that going on, did he in anyway lose his humour, he did not. He cried a little bit, mainly because after all of the main men had seen him, cardiologist, knee surgeon etc, etc, the anesthatist said to him this morning, that he really shouldn’t have this done. That he was probably too weak and wouldn’t do this surgery unless there was a place for him in the Intensive care unit, fortunately a place opened up for him and he could go ahead with his surgery. Even better news was that he didn’t need that place. His heart pumped well.

Its early days, but it is looking very, very good.