Old Man Update

It's 2ish in the morning--Sunday, July 23, 2007.

I just got back from the film set. Kevin and Meghan both opted to go there tonight at 7:30--on schedule--after being released from the hospital at 3:30pm. I went to the set to take some firewood and check on them both.

Let me just say, the sets are incredible. The shots are gorgeous. My husband and my daughter have never looked more comfortable nor alive. Kev's leg is hurting but he's so happy there. Heart surgery on Friday, able to film on Saturday: It's a miracle...even if it's with the help of Modern Medicine.

Praise Jesus.

The doctor gave Kev the OK for this...he just can't lift, push, or pull anything for three days. He's not to drive or climb stairs. Then he's free.

Except that he now officially has "heart disease." Maybe you knew it from the first email...but neither Kev nor I had a clue. Obviously we're new at this Old Fogy business: "Oh he'll just get this taken care of and we'll be back to normal," we apparently thought in our blissful ignorance. So when the doctor handed him perscriptions for aspirin, blood pressure medicine, high cholestoral meds, and anti-platlet coagualting meds, Kev naively asked, "How long?"

"How long what?" the Doctor responded.

"How long will I take these," Kev asked.

"Um...." and the Doctor proceeded to explain that it was a disease that Kevin has, not simply a blockage. The problem is actually not the terrifying cork-like thing plugging up the artery...it's the more terrifying stuff we can't see...the plaque that is growing and floating around the blood vessels looking for ways to gang up with other renigade plague and form a Plaque Gang (PG for short). This unseen PG can roam through the body gathering members and thickness until it suddenly blocks off something vital like, say, the heart and "Bang" it's over.

Let me confess--Diet and exercise we expected. Daily Cups of Heart Meds, err...not so much. In fact--not at all.

So...I'm still reeling from the realization that I'm living with an Old Man, and what all that means...Just yesterday he was My Boy...Sigh...how quickly they change.

Good thing I haven't aged a bit. And just call me Cleopatra...'cuz I'm the Queen of Denial. *snork*

Thanks for your prayers and love. Don't stop now--Production is in full swing and they're not even halfway through yet.

Still grateful and stunned at: marcyjoybryan@gmail.con