He’s been walking around the past three weeks with a liter of fluid in each lung, two arteries 95 percent blocked, and one artery totally blocked. All those symptoms were the result of a heart attack he didn’t know he had. When the doctor explained all this to us after performing a quintuple bypass surgery on my dad tonight, he used the words “stubborn” and “mean” and “ornery” among others. All fit.

It’s probably best that I went home without having to hear him hooked up to the ventilator. It’s the slurping noises that really bother me.