Superman

My father is Superman. He is The Man of Steel. The ordeal that he went through yesterday would have made a younger person crumble, but not him. He held strong and pushed through. His day started off as usual with a big breakfast. He then went to dialysis. The staff was unable to get the machine flowing. Three weeks ago this happened and he was sent to a vascular doctor the next day to open up a clog in his graft. We thought all was well, but apparently the clot was still there. Since it was Friday and he would not be able to have a procedure until Monday and dialysis until Tuesday, the decision was made to have an emergency appointment that day. I drove to Brooklyn and took him to a surgeon. Since he had a big breakfast, he could not have anesthesia. He agreed to have the procedure without it. He had the clot removed, the tight areas stretched and a balloon put into his artery. All without anesthesia. He said the pain was horrific but he knew that if he went 6 days without dialysis, it could mean disaster. Not only was everything done without anesthesia, but he watched the entire surgery being done on a live video monitor! After the procedure was done, he walked out on his own two feet and I took him directly to dialysis for a three hour treatment. He was done at 7pm and home by 7:30.  His aide was there to make him dinner and spend the night. By the time I got home, I was exhausted. Then I thought to myself, if I was tired, I cannot imagine how he felt.