Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Dad is home and doing well.

He was diagnosed with afib and atrial flutters.  They shocked his heart back into rhythm and changed up his medicine.  Even though Dad was in really good spirits in the hospital, there were a few really hard moments.  I struggled with being back in the cardio recovery area where they "lost" him last summer.  The room is set up with a large desk in the middle surrounded by small glass rooms called bays.  This way, the nurses and technicians can see everyone from their desk.  We were in Room 68  this time but, we could see Room 66.  Mom and Dad are strong, they didn't show any signs of fear but, then again, neither did I.  Maybe they were hiding it as well.  I am thankful that my doctor gave me a bottle of emergency Xanax for times like those.  

The nurses all came in to visit Dad.  They said that they had been talking about him a few days before.  They remember that day well.  It must have really been an unusual event for the nurses to still react as they do.  Then again, his doctor did say he is the only patient that had survived what he went through in all of his years as a cardiologist.  

My nerves are a little tired these days.  I'm on my 3rd reading of a book by Max Lucado called "Anxious For Nothing".  In my reading this weekend, I was reminded to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus.  When Peter kept his eyes fixed on Jesus he could walk on water.  When he took his eyes off of Jesus and started to focus on the storm, he started to sink.  

I've been starting to sink again.  I start to drown in my "What Ifs" and "I Can'ts".  I feel like I should be wearing a shirt that says "Oh No". But, God is with me and I will catch my breath again.  I just need to fix my eyes on Jesus.  

I almost forgot to say that Dad is doing so well he went out to eat on Friday and Saturday night.  Mom told me that on Saturday night he ordered cheese sticks, cake, and ice cream for supper.  You go Dad.  He was also well enough to go to church yesterday.  What a week!