This is my father. Eight years ago he had a triple bypass on his heart. Today he flunked a treadmill stress test. The cardiologist said the bottom part of his heart is not functioning. Monday he will have an angiogram done at the hospital, and if the results are bad, there are two things that can happen. They will either want to do another coronary heart bypass on him, or put in some coronary stents.
My father has already told told us that if he ever has to have another bypass, he will refuse the procedure and just let nature take it's course. I want to respect his wishes, but I also want him to be alive and kicking for many years to come.
This makes me wish that I had moved this summer so that we could be there to take care of him.