A year-and-a-half-long story boils down (we hope) to this:
My dad is scheduled for surgery next Tuesday in Casper to graft a healthy bit of vein behind his knee, where currently, his leg is playing host to what his doctor says is the largest aneurysm he's ever seen ... in a living patient. He thinks it's been growing for about five years.
It could burst any time.
It could kill my dad any time.
If Dad had never injured his leg, if infections had healed quickly & new infections hadn't crept up, if they had never been forced to ask "What the HELL is going on here??" ...
We simply would never have known.
That vein would have eventually just burst.
My dad would have eventually (& quickly) bled to death internally ... and we never would have known.
That aneurysm will be remedied next Tuesday (there are three others, but the doctor isn't freaking out over them ... yet).
Please pray for safe travel, successful surgery, expedited healing all around, for people at my dad's corporate office to pull their heads out of their arses, and for my mom to finally, for the first time in years, get a decent night's sleep that doesn't involve nightmares about her husband dying or their house being repossessed.
We've had enough. It's time to heal.
