absolutely me

I am very, very sad. My father is very ill in Mexico. He had another heart attack today. As they were trying to stabilize him, he had a second heart attack, and his lungs collapsed. He has been hooked up to a machine since this afternoon, breathing for him. He's stable now, but we still don't know if he will make it out of this one. It looks very serious, and the odds are only 20%. And then we will need to see if there will be any permanent damage both to the brain and the heart. But the doctors are still amazed. He's a stubborn old man. He refused to be driven to the hospital, or to be wheeled in, so he drove and walked in by himself. They couldn't believe he was walking, given his condition. And they are amazed that he's still clinging to that 20% chance. In their book, he should be dead by now. I am still waiting for my stupid passport, but I've decided to go to my congressman's office tomorrow or to the passports office downtown Chicago , and see what I

My sister Hilda reads my blog off and on, and she's been complaining that there are no pictures of her son Gustavo on it. Which is true, but it hasn't been on purpose. It's just that teenagers don't like posing for pictures, particularly boys. BUT, just to honor her and get her off my back, here goes to my dear nephew... As for me, I've been a little bit down. I don't like to blog when I'm down, I usually like to wait for better times. But, as it turns out, we had bad news with dad again. He was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease last Saturday, as I was in the middle of an awesome scrapbook retreat that Jodie organizes twice a year. However, one of the ladies that attends each year was telling me that her husband has the disease, and he's doing very well; they are controlling it with medication. That made me feel a lot of relief... only yesterday I learned that, in my dad's case, they will not be treating it. The drugs and treatments for it have