Back in Cambridge

This is crazy. Totally crazy. I am back in Cambridge after only a week away and with my dad not having had his bypass operation. The surgeon (!!!) he spoke with on Thursday had totally disregarded the fact that my father suffers from sleeping apnea. The surgeon who was going to do the operation noticed it in his file, and I think my mum pointed it out too, and sent him straight back home. It is apparently too risky. Once he is anaesthetised there is no guarantee they would be able to wake him up again. Besides my dad has horrible veins (just like me) and the surgeon was not sure he could find a suitable varicose vein to use. So my dad has to lose something like 30kg before they will again consider the possibility of carrying our this operation. Luckily his arterial blockages are not so bad. We have all had a VERY narrow escape and I am so grateful. I am also mad at that first surgeon who, if he goes on like this, will kill a few people! At home we spent most of the week going out for walks. The weather was passable on 5 days and fabulous the rest of them. On Friday instead of the hospital's waiting room we went off to Gozo and had a lovely relaxed day. Thank God it has all gone well even though it is by no means finished business.