is a phenomenon in which there is a rise in the number of people who have myocardial infarctions (heart attacks) in December and January (Dr. Kloner). Unfortunately, we got to experience this phenomenon personally this year. My father is hopefully resting before his heart cath tomorrow and possible stent placement. Really, we're lucky that this is probably more of a warning shot than anything, but, wow! It's another reminder how fragile everything is, and every single day is simply a gift.
I've been thinking a lot about New Year's Resolutions. In the wake of recent events, I really want to spend less time borrowing trouble and worrying about things I have no control over to begin with. Let's face it. I've got plenty of issues between a red-meat loving father, nursing school, and oh, yeah, the whole 'would really love to be a parent one day' thing.
Anyway, I'm hoping that everyone is having a wonderful holiday season. Really, despite everything, we are, too. Things could have been so much worse. Everything could always be so much worse. So let things just be. I'm grateful that I have the time off now to be with my family. I'm forever grateful to my professors that I had the knowledge to help encouragingly push my dad who was more afraid of ruining Christmas for his family than dying of heart attack to go to the ER.
I'm grateful that I have a wonderful husband who has been a trooper through all of this and so much more. I'm grateful that I still have a mother and father who love and support me more than I could ever deserve. I'm grateful for friends who've offered love and healing to my Daddy!
Despite a mild case of Holiday Heart, I'm most thankful for the things that can't be wrapped and put under the tree. I'm thankful for all of you, and my critters, too. (Wow, I just went all Seuss, didn't I?)
Happy Holidays, everyone and have a blessed new year!
Peace, Love and Worry-Free Two Thousand and One Three,