An ongoing story of some importance to me.
It starts here, and is on-going. If you go just to the PvP home page, the writer talks about how personal this story is to him.
It's kinda personal to me too.
You see, a lot of years ago now, my dad had to have a heart bypass. Like Brent in the strip, or indeed Scott Kurtz himself, my dad has always been strong, an unbeatable figure in my life.
I stayed at the hospital in a tiny little Portakabin room with my mum while he was in for the op, and it was a rollercoaster throughout. My dad still refuses to accept it, but at one point, while they were routinely checking his arteries with a camera to assess what operation they could perform, he had a heart attack, and for a short time, he was no longer with us. He was successfully roused with paddles, but for a time he was flatline.
In the end, he had a double bypass. Originally, they planned for a triple, but there was a low chance of success. He spent weeks on a ward, clutching a pillow to a chest that had been cut and sawed open, coughing up what was gathering on his lungs. He was weak, pained and feeble - and a person I had never known until then.
I cut my dad a lot more slack than my siblings do.
