Fragile
So it has been a long time and there are so many reasons to tell you why.
If I was going to lay out a map of the past few months it would be the bumpiest most out of the way lost route you have ever seen. I kinda imagine it like being lost in the amazon and then flipping into the desert all at once.
Let me focus on the right now. My Dad about 30 days ago went to The Dorn V.A. hospital in South Carolina to get part of his small intestines removed due to cancer. Everything went pretty smooth and things were looking good...and then they went totally south. Infection set in and 3 surgery's later things were not so hot and they told my Dads wife to call us and come say goodbye.
The nurses told us they were shaking in their boots waiting on us to get there because they didn't think we were going to make it in time. We got there Tuesday afternoon of last week. I drove and my brother flew in. I was lucky that my Mom drove me because I don't think I could of handled it at all.
We arrived at the S.I.C.U. and I totally lost it. The room holds about 7 men all in different stages after major surgery and many of them were not doing so good. They each have two nurses that go between two patience. My dad had one full time nurse to watch him the whole time. There is really no way to make you understand how terrible he looked. he was pasty white and had what felt like a million tubes going in an out and every machine you could imagine hooked up to him making some kind of noise. he was breathing because of a ventilator tube down his throat and he was drugged for comfort.
I need you to understand NO one has ever died that I have known... this is a really new thing for me and I have no idea how to handle it.
My step mom made me take a step back and collect myself. I was told to try not to cry or let him see me crying. That was really hard. we got gloved up and were able to hold his hand. We continued this practice every 2 hours for a half an hour till visiting hours were over.
I now have seen what devotion looks like. If I ever wondered before I know now. My Dads wife Emma was unfailing in her commitment to be there even when she couldn't get into see him. She said she just wanted to be near where he was no matter what. Emma is 75 and that waiting room was the furthest thing from comfortable but she stayed and never gave up. Then there was my Mom. She drove me hundreds of miles and stayed in a yucky hotel and waited for us everyday. She didn't complain or nag about us using her car she just waited to be there for us. I knew I was loved more then I will ever understand in those moments. She put herself on hold to be there for me and my brother when we needed her most. I know what true love and devotion looks like because I seem to have it as well.
When we were there everything was said to be hour by hour. We kept coming back in the morning and trying to get Emma out between visits and something REALLY cool started to happen he started to improve. First he would try to talk to us all doped up on the ventilator by writing on our hands. He was begging for a drink. Then they slowly took him off the ventilator and but him on a oxygen mask... now he could talk it was hard to understand but he was there. Next he was on oxygen in is nose with little tubes and he was getting his first taste of cold sorbet and he was so excited. It was like watching someone come back to life.
This started on a Monday- and was turned around by Saturday. The nurses and Docs were thrilled and that is hard to do to a V.A. doc or nurse.
I am leaving allot out because in the end the important part is he is getting better ... I believe it is the prayers and my obsessive talking to him reminding him of all the things he has to still do. Above all I think it was us just being there reminding him how much we love him.
Once he was talking better he told me he didn't think anyone would ever come see him.. that broke my heart. He still does not know he was on his 4th surgery and that he almost died he thinks we are still working on the first one. They don't want us to tell him unless he asks what happened.
Soooooo....there you go we are so fragile it is scary.
I like the way my daughter looks at life and it is a good way to go..simple and to the point put the people you care most about first and everything will fall into line.
She told me last night her new time-line for life.
1. had my birthday
2. Grandpa Bob gets better and goes home to his doggy Sammy and looks for eggs on the day Jesus came back
3. End of school
4. Swimming!
5 Fourth of July Party
6. Start School
7. Joeys Birthday
8. Mommy has the new baby.
SIMPLE and to the point.