Woke up to my son calling to tell me that my dad had been in the hospital in surgery all night. I hadn't been notified, that was the first I'd heard; my son had just heard himself and called me, wondered why I was in bed. So I made sure all the chickens had water and food and were secure and drove the two hours to the hospital.
My dad will be 87 in a few days, gets around fine, recently had knee surgery and was recovering nicely, loves to garden, etc. He's an old farm boy and you know how those keep on going. His own dad lived to be 100 years old. Well, apparently, yesterday when gardening, he was squatting down and when he tried to stand, an aneurysm behind the non-surgical knee exploded, sending stuff throughout his lower leg. They tried to get whatever particles out, but cant. He has no circulation below that knee at all and they dont believe he can ever get it back, meaning, amputation. He doesn't know that yet, being doped up on painkillers like he is at the moment. When he finds out, it wont be pretty.
I may not be available like I usually am for the next few days, especially once they go ahead with the amputation, that is, if he will allow it.