It’s Saturday night, November 22. As mom and I were preparing to leave the hospital tonight, we were making sure my dad had everything he needed or wanted. We kissed him, and told him we loved him. Right before we walked out the door he said: “Tell people to pray.” Us: “Ok. We will.” Dad: “Tell them…” (LONG pause, it’s hard for him to talk.) “CRY OUT TO GOD!” Mom burst into tears and we went rushing back to his…
This post is something that is just over-flowing from my heart. I know this whole ordeal is completely about my Daddy, but God is still taking care of me in such special ways! I am amazed by that! I thought it might be cool for those of you faithful readers to hear the neat ways that God is specifically watching over my every need, and even wants. Most of you know this crazy “diet” that I’ve been on for almost…
My dad is in his regular room now. We are thankful because that means he is progressing well! They also took out 2 of his 3 drainage tubes this morning, which is more positive proof of his progression. Taking out those tubs is really painful. It gives me major creeps to even think about. Every one on his level of the hospital is either here for heart or lung surgery recovery. They all drag along these drainage tubes behind them…
Well, we’re halfway through the afternoon and making our trip to Starbucks. (Thus the wireless.) So far today, my dad has really had a rough morning. Sadly, he thought that the nurses were trying to kill him. He was terrified. He was on such high dosages of drugs that it made him think crazy things, obviously. Thankfully, God worked it so two dear friends were in the ICU with my dad during that time. It would have been difficult for…
When mom talked to the ICU nurse this morning, the nurse asked if my dad had a low pain tolerance. This, of couse, was hard for us to hear because we know that my dad actually has a very high pain tolerance! My mom informed the nurse of his past 2 heart surgeries and kidney stones. Since they now know that dad does have a high pain tolerance, they were able to better determine that he is in an incredible…
Mom and I were just in dad’s room. We watched his chest moving, and it seemed a bit alarming. He was getting sick, and ended up throwing up. I can’t imagine the pain of throwing up with all ribs being broken, along with the heart just having had been opened up. Mom and I left the nurse to deal with it and are back in the lounge with internet. The ICU is packed and there is no place to sit….
I feel terrible that I was not able to update you after dad’s surgery was over. Our family waiting room closed at 9PM, and we got shifted to the ICU waiting area where there is no internet available. Dad was in surgery until around 9:30 PM or 10:00 PM last night. It got to be really hard for us waiting there at the end! Finally an ICU nurse came out and we were allowed to go in and see him….
The LONG wait is turning longer. My aunt just said, “Ok, it’s starting to creep.” We’re getting a little restless. Dad’s been in surgery for 4 hours and 15 minutes. We have no updates, and do not know how much longer it’s going to be. The family waiting room is slowly emptying out as their family members are done. We’ll probably be one of the last families to leave. I just saw a surgeon walk in and my stomach flipped,…
Apparently our update nurse was off at 5PM, so we will no longer hear updates until dad’s surgery is complete! It’s only been 3 hours since his surgery started, so we have a ways to go. I just got back from the hospital “cafe”. For those of you who normally follow my blog: I am getting tired of salad, chicken, and plain coffee. Sigh. That was a completely selfish sidenote. Moving on. Most of my family/friends here waiting with us…
I haven’t seen my dad since my last post. After posting, we circled my dad (some family and friends) and one of dad’s friends prayed. Hello tears. I decided to embrace the tears. All too often I try to hold myself back from crying. Maybe it’s me trying to be strong. Maybe I don’t want my dad to see me so upset. But today I concluded it’s good to cry. I let the tears fall as I gripped my dad’s…
