Do you open your umbrella indoors? Do you put new shoes on the kitchen table? Do you walk under an open ladder? If you answered no to all three of these questions, then you more than likely consider yourself to be a superstitious person.
Superstitious people also believe that things come in threes. I’d like to think that I am more open-minded than that. Then again, I did answer no to the above questions. Hmmm…, I’ll let you be the judge.
Last week, my family got the unexpected and terrifying news that my father was in need of bypass surgery. Bypass surgery? But, he’s never been a smoker. He’s never been overweight. He hikes and bikes for hours at a time. He’s an avid gardener. How is this possible? What? Not double?? Ah. Triple bypass surgery. There it was. They say that things come in threes.
On the day of Dad’s surgery (Friday, September 10, 2010), I travelled the 401 from Toronto to Montreal. On that day, I left my three children at home with their stellar Dad. On that day, I joined my two sisters so that my father would wake from his surgery to find his three daughters gazing down at him.
We sat by his side for three days and three nights. We held his hand and watched vigil as he battled and conquered the initial stages of his recovery—of which there are three. During those three days and three nights, Dad was transferred a total of three different times into three different rooms.
Dad was regularly administered a concoction of medications. But the most important medication, the drug that helped keep Dad’s pain and emotions in check, were little blue pills that were issued three times a day.
We tried to bump Dad up to a private room, but the hospital only provided quads. Luckily, his room wasn’t filled to capacity. Dad had two other patients to share the room with—bringing the number of recovering patients in his room to a total of… you guessed it… three.
Dad was released five days after his surgery—effectively breaking his cycle of threes. Thankfully, his recovery is going well and he is getting stronger by the day—touch wood!
Hmmm…, perhaps I am more superstitious than I thought. But, I’ll let you be the judge.
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