Man, this has been a crappy week.
My husband and I got home from an extended weekend trip to Lexington on Sunday afternoon. Around 4:30 or 5:00, I get a call from one of my best friends, and she’s completely hysterically crying.
Turns out that her dad passed away that afternoon while the rest of the family was at the pool (she was at work). He was only 61. While he wasn’t in the best of overall health (diabetic, overweight, smoker), he hadn’t been complaining of anything in particular lately.
He just sat down in his chair in the living room, and took a nap.
His calling/viewing is tonight, and the service is tomorrow. Please add the H. family of Indianapolis to your good thoughts.
Also, I got a call from my mom yesterday while I was at work. Her husband has been sick (vomiting) since the morning of June 28th, and she finally decided to haul his ass down to the emergency room (of Wishard, for those of you who know Indy). Well, it turns out he has pancreatitis and possibly gall stones. According to the ER doctor, his pancreas is “hot” - literally warm from infection, most likely (my MIL had this too).
I haven’t had much time to look up material on these conditions, but he’s also in his 60s, a smoker, and he’s a biiiiiiiiiiiiig drinker (cheap vodka, straight and warm).
From my little reading, I have gleaned that he MUST give up drinking once this passes (pray it does) if he wants to stick around.
So please add the H. family and my stepdad, the Reverend R.L., to your seemingly never-ending list of pray-ees.
Thank you in advance.
Removed the names for the sake of privacy, and safety - CF