  My Mom's husband Greg had to have emergency bypass surgery today. QUINTUPLE BYPASS (is that the right word? It's 5 bypasses). My Mom called me around 2:30 to tell me he had an appointment with a cardiologist today because of recurring chest pains, and the doctor sent him directly to the hospital.
Around 7, the surgery was finished, and Mom was going to be able to see him soon. I was with her for about 4 1/2 hours, and she looked so strong. She's an incredibly strong woman. I used to think sometimes that maybe she was selfish or cold, but I realize she believes she must stay strong not only for herself, but for those around her. I think he'll be ok. Lots of recuperation (and no more smokes or beer or lunchmeat or big sausage and egg breakfasts--he's gonna be soooo pissed).
I was really upset when she called and told me about it, which is strange, because Greg and I were never the best of friends. But he makes my Mom happy, so I can deal, and he really is nicer to me than he used to be. Of course, I'm not a snotty teenager anymore, so that probably helps. 
