Well,
there are miracles, and then there are miracles. We took dad to a rehab
facility Friday evening. Before he went, we had to constantly struggle
to keep him in touch with reality, to keep his clothes on, to keep him
alive.We were all convinced this was it. The doctors said there was
simply nothing left to do but keep him comfortable- which wasn't
happening. I can't begin to explain the stress we
all went through, staying with him there in the hospital. Exhaustion
trying to keep him in bed and dressed, dealing with the hallucinations,
trying to keep his CPAP on until you begin to get hallucinations
yourself, working out schedules to sit with him. He was unable to move
his legs, and was beginning to get bedsores.
Saturday? Dude is sitting up IN A CHAIR! He told my sister- "the doctors keep trying to put me in a grave, and I keep digging my way out."
Truer words were never spoken.
Keeping reality in the picture, he's still in renal failure. His heart is still pumping nearly 0%, and a few other organs are dying. He's still not long for this world. But at least he will go on his own terms, and not in a mindless haze. Thank you Lord.
Saturday? Dude is sitting up IN A CHAIR! He told my sister- "the doctors keep trying to put me in a grave, and I keep digging my way out."
Truer words were never spoken.
Keeping reality in the picture, he's still in renal failure. His heart is still pumping nearly 0%, and a few other organs are dying. He's still not long for this world. But at least he will go on his own terms, and not in a mindless haze. Thank you Lord.
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