My dad is doing so, so, so very much better. I am beyond proud of him for the progress he's made thus far with his recovery from open-heart surgery. He's home now, with my mother. Let me just say, I think the hospital made a major mistake by releasing him so early (I was told he would be there for awhile), though there is a nurse coming to their house every day. I saw my dad last night, and there is more color in his face, but he looks beaten down. I love that man -- I'd fight wars for that man.
He lifted up his shirt and said, "Nattie, want to see it?"
A huge vertical scar was still healing on his chest. He was covered with bruises and bandages.
"Chicks dig scars, dad!," I tell him.
Thank you for all your support!