Surgery

This is my Dad before he went in for surgery.

And this is him when he got out of recovery.

Those that are wondering what has been going in with him, well here it is. He got sick back in December and was coughing a lot. Sometimes it would bring him to his knees. So my Mom new something was really wrong with him when he decided to go to a doctor (he hates doctors). So the doctors found that his oxygen levels were dangerously low. They put him on a oxygen machine for a little while and it got worse. So they new something was wrong. They ended up doing x-rays and found a spot on his lung. They did a bunch of other tests and found it wasn't valley fever or anything like that. Went for a second opinion and had some more tests done. They found it wasn't a spot on his lung it was spots on two of his bottom ribs right side between he lung and his ribs. They couldn't get to the spots with a needle to test it so they gave my dad the choice of surgery and getting it taken all out, or leaving it alone and hoping it didn't get worse. He chose surgery. So thursday has come along, and he had his surgery at 7am and got out around 10:30am. They took 5 inches each from his bottom two ribs. He is recovering really well. He was up walking with nurses help of course the day after his surgery. I went and brought him some goodies to give him things to do, because he said he was so bored. Right now they put him back on the oxygen because one of his lungs collapsed, but everything will be okay. They are all keeping a goood watchful eye on him. The stubborn man still thinks he's an invinsbile super-hero and tries to do things on his own, which of course he regrets doing afterwards. Pain killers are helping a lot. I'm very happy everything went well! We won't know if the spots, which they now call them "tumors," are cancerous or not for about a week. The doctor said he didn't find anything else in there so it's all out. I hope nothing more comes up. Please everyone keep my Dad and Mom in your prayers. They really need it. I don't know how much more my poor Mom can handle. I love my family to death and I hope to keep my family together as long as possible. We aren't ready to lose the best Dad of now 7 kids and 1 grandbaby. We love you Dad and Mom!