... is having surgery today.
The man has no knees left. The cartilage had dissolved years ago and the bones were fusing together. He can barely walk. He normally goes up and down steps on his bum. But he kept saying "I'm fine, dammit. I don't need any operation." So typical of my pop.
What did him in was when he tried to walk the baby up the stairs to put her down for a nap one day. He couldn't. It broke his heart.
So, after much procrastination, he decided to see the surgeon and schedule the surgery.
They are doing one knee at a time. He wanted both at once but the doctor balked saying my dad's age, heart condition, and diabetes didn't make him a solid "2-in-1" candidate.
The baby is making him a get well card. If I know my dad, he'll say it was all worth it just so he can get a beautiful handmade card from his granddaughter.