Well, shit.

So, you take the good, you take the bad.

After a week of good, I got a phone call with some bad.

Mom called me around noon yesterday to tell me Dad had a stroke.

He seems to be doing pretty well, all things considered.

He can't move like he wants to.  He can't talk much. 

But the doctor is optimistic that with some hard work and some time, he'll get where he needs to be.

And that, actually, is good.



I'm so very sorry about your dad. My thoughts are with you. Many stroke victims recover almost completely - I hope your father will be one of them. Hugs.