1/4 – Tuesday night during the Biggest Loser, watching people fall over from exhaustion:

Dad: “I hope you know when we go to the gym tomorrow that won’t be me. I just want a slow introduction to this gym thing.”

1/5 – Wednesday morning during the inaugural trip to the gym:

Dad: “Hey, I’m kind of dizzy.”

1/6 – Thursday morning, after spending the night in the hospital:

Doctor: “This is what an abnormal stress test looks like…and this is you. Basically, you failed miserably.”

1/7 – Friday morning mid-angiogram, after discovering the need for open heart surgery:

Doctor: “He’s a beautiful car, but he needs new fuel lines.”

1/8 – Saturday, the Watts family watching the playoffs in the cardiac unit:


1/9 – Sunday, the Watts family watching THE PACKERS WIN A PLAYOFF GAME in the cardiac unit:





1/10 – Monday: a slew of surgeons, a list of instructions, a streamline of visitors.

Dad: “I wasn’t in here when I was eating steak and sausage and not exercising. Now you’re making me get healthy and look what happens!”

1/11 – Tuesday. Waiting.

What a difference a week makes! But the more things change, the more they stay the same.

We are now playing card games around a hospital bed instead of our kitchen table. But my mom still keeps things interesting.

We are now watching football from a hospital tv instead of at home on the couch. But we’re still holding our annual family playoff pool (which I’m losing thanks to the Chiefs) and creating noise pollution throughout the general vicinity.

We are still laughing. A lot.

We are still counting our blessings, even though the are much different this week than they were last week.

This week we are thankful that my dad didn’t have a heart attack. That two close family friends were also (unexpectedly) at the gym on Wednesday morning when he passed out. That when the ambulance crew said, “Ellis Hospital?” and I said, “Sure!” he was taken to one of the best cardiac hospitals in the country. That I’m home with a free schedule, and not in Montana or Oregon or Texas. That we have SO MANY wonderful friends. That we see evidence of God’s love and provision everywhere. That my parents favorite quote – “Romans 8:28 is still in the Bible!” – is still true.

We are very, very blessed.

Blog readers, strangers, and friends – can you please pray for my dad and for the medical team today? My family and I would appreciate it so much.

I hope all of you have had equally blessed but less eventful starts to 2011!

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.

Romans 8:28