Today, all of us went to
the hospital. Mom was feeling low this morning, so me and the boys decided to
tag along for moral support. We packed our bags with lunch and school, and tax
documents. (that last part was only me, Uncle Jim had promised to help me
figure stuff out) He came, we looked over taxes, and just hung out with us, it
was nice having him there.
Things were fairly high
paced in the hospital today. Doctors and nurses are working around the clock to
get dad the care he needs. Turning down numbers to see if he can hold his own. Monitoring
fever, blood pressure and heartrate; and measuring out different doses of
paralytic and sedation. As things changed, mom commented to us on how uncomfortable
he looked. It was hard to watch him like that she said. I could only imagine.
She is already on my brave list going in there every single day. Seeing him all
messed up and swollen, only alive because machines are keeping him that way. I
am not that brave. It hurts me to see dad like that. Big strong brave dad. And
right now, he is none of those things. Instead he lays in a bed, tubes sticking
into and out of everywhere imaginable, looking fragile, weak and so sick. Mom
showed one of the nurses his picture of when he is healthy, and the nurse was surprised.
I don’t blame him. People look so different when they are sick. So terribly
breakable.
All we can really do right
now, is wait. It takes so long, someone said a snail’s pace. Still another said
the tortoise wins the race. Yes please, may it be! I want dad to win this race.
Its hard to know what to
write every day to update everyone who cares about him so much, but I just want
everyone to know how much we love and care about you. If dad was awake, he
would be so deeply grateful to you all for making sure we are taken care of and
not alone. Me, the little boys, and mom are so grateful to all of you who have
given so much. I don’t feel like ‘thank you’ says enough. Just know, if any of
you ever need anything, we owe you, and you can count on us.
Love, Hannah
Love, Hannah
He is still strong and brave dad. We worked together for 5 years. Trust me. He's fighting like a Marine on the inside. He is the most consistent person. I have ever met. He is applying that same consistency here. Breakthrough is coming. This sickness just doesn't know who it's messing with yet!
ReplyDeleteMay it be! OORAH! hahah We are ready for it. Thank you for loving him.
DeleteI agree with Christopher, except I worked with your Dad for 7 years... It’s a NEW day, His mercies are new, and BREAKTHROUGH is on the horizon!!! Grace and Peace to each of you! Love 💕
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