open heart surgery

Well, after being sick for about a whole month, my dad was finally diagnosed with Coronary Heart Disease.  Doctors kept telling him before that it was just stress. They were so wrong. Well, finally this doctor took a different approach to the problem. And even then, they thought it wasn't too serious until they decided to do the Stent on him and guess what?  His arteries were too clogged (90%) to clear the problem with this procedure.  Go figure.  Anyways, now he has to have open heart surgery.  He is scared as hell.  And me and my other 3 siblings are scared to death, too.  The thought of them opening up his chest, just makes him feel like life is gonna be over for him.  I don't blame him being scared but we just try and convince him that this surgery will give him another opportunity to live life to its fullest.  I personally don't know very many people that have had this surgery done, but I'm just trying to stay as positive as I can be with him.  That everything is going to be okay and that we need to have this great faith in God that life is going to be better for him afterwards, too. 

My siblings and I were talking about things the other day and life just started to become more frightening.  We were talking about my dads parents, our grandparents and they both have passed away having heart attacks.  What?  And now my dad is having complications with the heart.  And to top it off, he also has diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol. And the frightening thing is that my siblings and I haven't been as healthy as we should be either. I have always been concerned about my weight but my weight is like a yo-yo, I've been up and down, up and down. Its crazy, but back in March, I had finally decided to make an important decision of my life.  I decided to take charge of my life and wanted to do this for the rest of my life, not just up to a certain point and let go again because we all know where that leads us, back to weight we initially started with.  

And as far as my siblings, I have a younger sister. She's 32 years old, about 5 feet tall and weighs about 265 lbs (maybe even more, but she won't say).  Well, that is more than what I started with and I even advised her to go to the same doctor I was going to but I guess she feels, she is doing fine.  I worry about her and I also, worry about her daughter.  Her daughter is about 4 feet and 4 inches tall, in the 4th grade and already weighs about 141 lbs.  (Thats my weight goal!).  They don't eat healthy and they don't do much exercise.  What kind of life do they think they're going to be living 10 years from now.  

And then I have 2 brothers, one older 39 years old and the other 35 yrs old.  And they love to drink and smoke alot.  Every weekend.  And let me tell you, they don't eat healthy either.  They complain that they feel tired and without energy most of the time.  

I am happy that at 37 yrs old, I am atleast trying to get to a healthy weight and I am trying to learn how to eat better in the process but I am frightened for my family.  I wish I could help them but I guess they feel they are fine and that they are too young to be thinking about how serious this could be!!!