The World According to Leslie

Here is Part 1 of this story. Now we are up to May. In May 2012, Tony and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary. The last time we really went anywhere (like a trip) was in 2002—our first anniversary. The only reason we went anywhere then was because my best friend was getting married the day before our anniversary. So Tony and I took off to Kentucky (or West Virginia, I can’t remember). Anyways, we haven’t been anywhere since then for our anniversary. So this year, our anniversary fell on a Saturday. That was the first time it has been on a Saturday (since we got married)!!! So after the softball game that day, we left for the beach. We took all the stuff with us in the car. We changed clothes in the bathrooms at the ballfield. We left! The next morning, before we headed home, we walked on the beach for a while.    School let out on June 8th. On June 14th, we had to take Chasity to the ER. She couldn’t breathe. She...

This morning, I woke up at 4:30am.  WOW!  That was early considering I haven't gotten up before 6am ANY day since school let out.  Most days 8am!  Mom and I took Dad to the hospital for his heart cauterization.  I had my breakdown last night...where only Tony saw it.  Chas was in bed.  We were laying in the bed.  I had my breakdown there.  I cried.  I prayed.  I cried more.  This morning I was fine. I was content that everything would be fine.  Then I got to see Daddy.  He said HE was scared to death.  I lost it.  The man I see as SUPER*MAN and he is telling me he is scared.  I walked out of the room so he wouldn't see me cry.  I calmed down and went back in.  At 8am they took Dad.  In about an hour, they came back out and got us.  Dad was out of the OR and we could see him. He has 4 blockages---1 @ 50% and 3 @ 25%.  There was no need for stents.  He has to be caref...

You know, it's really hard to see my father sick.  It doesn't matter if it's his heart or a stomach bug; I hate to see him sick. Now that he is going through all this with his heart, my mom keeps saying, "Daddy's going to be OK."  However, I'm not sure if she is saying it to convince me or to convince herself. 

As everyone who knows me knows, I am a Daddy's Girl!  I love my mom, but I am Daddy's Girl!  :)  On Sunday morning, I received a text from my mom.  It said that I needed to be sure I was on time for church because Dad was having a hard time breathing.  Dad has had a kidney stone for a couple weeks, so we all thought that maybe it had something to do with that, or the heat, or the fact that he had mowed the grass on Saturday morning. When I got to church, Dad was sitting on the back pew and huffing and puffing.  I asked if he was going to sing or if I was going to be in charge.  He told me he was going to do it.  He made it through about a song and a half.  Then he turned to me to tell me to take over, and he walked off the pulpit.  He sat down on the second pew and started holding his chest.  By the end of the next song, the pastor was praying for him.  We believing in laying on hands and praying.  We have seen many ...