Following an ambulance

It is a surreal experience to follow an ambulance with your father in it.

I got a call around 9 am from my mom saying that my dad is in severe respiratory distress and he doesn't think he can make it to the hospital in a car.  My mom said she was probably going to call an ambulance.  I told her I agreed, call the ambulance.  I arrived there just as the paramedics (full fire truck + ambulance -- I paid my taxes yesterday, and all of my annoyance at writing that check is gone with this demonstration of what those taxes pay for) were getting there.

My mom and I filled the paramedics in.

My dad is currently in the ER being seen.  There is a one-visitor-at-a-time policy, and I'm sure my dad would be more comfortable with his wife at his side, so I'm patiently waiting in the waiting room.  The doctors are confirmed atrial fibrillation.  They also hear a wheezing noise they don't like and they're taking him in for a chest x-ray.  I assume the cancer impinging on the bronchi is making them worry about pneumonia, but I'm not even close to being a doctor so that is just guessing.

I'm post more when there is more.  At this point, it is all scary, sad, and a great unknown.