There are things in our landscape that are there and we could see about more. For example, nobody passes on Portland Boulevard Carrefour and look and say, "Oh! Wow! The Crossroads! "We know it's there. And we doubt that there will always remain. It may change its look. Of magnitude. But it will still be there tomorrow and after tomorrow.
It's a bit what I did with my grandfather.
He is always there.
Strong as a rock. With health
iron.
He is always there to laugh my chickens. To tell us stories of his past that we know by heart as he has told and retold.
But last Friday, things have changed.
"Ge, Paul is having a heart attack. He has great difficulty breathing. The ambulance just left his home. Mom is there and went to the hospital with Grandma, "told me bluntly my sister on Friday afternoon.
My first reaction? "C'mon, it's impossible. Paul is never sick! "
Despite his 81 years counted well, I never knew my grandfather with a runny nose, with a sore head or with a cramp in the calf. Then, with an artery clogged? Not in 100 years!
yet it did. During
interminable minutes, long hours, I was scotchtapée to my phone waiting for fresh news. To expect a happy ending. To deal
ten fingers, I made the fortune teller operator of bad news. My godmother, my cousin, my great aunt, I have called to inform them of the situation. After doing my dirty work, I listened, reassured, comforted my world.
No longer able to wait, I rejoined my mother. "Worse, worse, worse? "
" He left in hemodynamics. What is that of the 'hemodynamic'? "
I run to my computer, do a search on the net (Google Cheers! Wiki Cheers!), It transmits the information requested.
I hang up. Redo the phone tree: my sister, my godmother, my cousin, my great aunt.
"Will we die of a heart attack?" I asked my cousin. So I returned the computer, search on Google, Wikipedia, is trying to do a course in advanced cardiac vascular in three minutes top chrono. Remember my cousin. Explain what I understand. Have we a little - reassured.
We organize the next few hours. Family Montreal down. I offer myself to keep the baby. My cousin stayed at my grandmother for support.
Shit! Max! In all this hubbub, I forgot my daughter. I gotta get her back to his scout camp which begins that evening and held in La Patrie, both tell the other side of the world under such circumstances.
"Look honey, I'll go and renew me," said the lover while he was busy preparing dinner.
The phone rings. Whenever the machine shows signs of life, my heart stops beating. If bad news was about to reach my ears?
is my mother. My hand aspen. I am livid. "Yes ...?»
" Well, Paul has just arrived in the ICU. They released him the artery and all is better. There will be more frightened than hurt. He should leave the hospital within days. "
My grandfather has been fortunate in his misfortune.
And this little incident has made us aware that even if we no longer saw her, our family has an unusual solidarity. That even if my grandfather is part of our landscape has always been, perhaps one day he will no longer be so ...
Then this afternoon, when I pass on the Boulevard Portland, I exclaimed, saying: "It is wonderful this mall! "
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