So, here we are at one week post-surgery. I haven't seen him yet today, and right now he is at his PET scan. I have been trying to get to work a little each day to make sure nothing falls behind, and to try and get some normalcy and familiarity...I am a lot like my Dad when it comes to treating work like a hobby. I also am a lot like my Dad in surrounding myself with strong, caring, giving friends and co-workers, without whom I would not be able to stand...Thank you to all of the wonderful people my parents and I have had the fortune to meet and cling to during this difficult time.
So, I have been communicating mostly the things that are wrong with my Dad...I would be remiss if I didn't take a minute to discuss what is right. Although it is hard for me to see sometimes, he/we have so many blessings. In discussion with the Dr.'s, there were many possible outcomes with brain surgery...Coma, brain damage, loss of sight, hearing, speech, memory and even death. My Dad still has all of his senses, and boy let me tell you, there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with my Dad's hearing! I sometimes try to whisper across him to my Aunt or Mom, and he catches every word of it! He also still has great memory, knows who we all are, still has a sense of humor, and still has his stubborn streak.
This will not be an easy road ahead, but his stubborn streak and independent nature will be what keeps him going. And with the help of Physical and Occupational therapy, we should be able to help him get back some of the strength and hopefully some of the processing that he is struggling with.
One of my good friends at work says that sometimes this blog is a little hard to read...Mostly because he wants to go hug someone he loves. I hope it inspires everyone to do just that. I am unbelievably lucky to have such amazing parents and family, and that we are so close. There has never been any doubt in my mind how much my parents love me, and I hope that goes both ways....I think it does. But, I know that there is always more that can be said or done, everyday. I am lucky that I can still hug and kiss him, and let him know that he is my hero, and I love him with all my heart. Some are not so lucky, and I have seen that hurt from the outside, and it is unbearable to see, let alone experience firsthand.
So, just take a moment to hug your friends and family, and let them know how you feel. Never take anything for granted. My Dad never did...That is just who he is.
Wow, sorry so deep for a Friday. But it is an important message that I know my Dad would be proud to inspire.
Much love and good weekend wishes to all.
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