Indebted

Late Thursday afternoon, one of my dad's regular aides noticed that something was amiss.

I am going to hug the stuffing out of that woman the next time I see her.

Her attentiveness got my dad to the E.R. that evening and into emergency surgery the following morning.

He is doing remarkably well and resting as comfortably as possible in the surgical intensive care unit.

There is much more to the story, of course. But for now, I just wanted to share my gratitude for someone who gives her own version of intensive care every day and who, no doubt, is grossly underpaid and underappreciated for the effort.

Thank you, Sharon.

You are, quite literally, a lifesaver.