2/19: My Dad is home (update...he's actually at Stanford now, but will hopefully be home again soon!).
Let me tell you about this guy. This guy is our miracle. Times 4 or 5. My dad is home, and playing music again. On January 12th, my dad ran 8 miles in the morning, then came to Santa Barbara and we spent the day hiking. That evening his chest hurt, and at 1:30 am on January 13th, he went into surgery for a dissected aorta. And he lived through that, against all odds. Then he didn't wake for 30 hours after surgery, and that was terrifying. And then he woke up. Slowly. Then we were told he'd thrown clots in his brain during surgery and we didn't know what that meant for his genius mind. And then he was awake, and today he is still as weird and awesome and kind and brilliant as he always was. He said "thank you" to every nurse, doctor, visitor, family member, hospital and staff member who came into his room. I think that a true sign of character is how you treat strangers when you're drugged out of your mind and getting poked and prodded w...