Quality of life

oh gosh ...

Well, we received a call from the ICU Doctor yesterday afternoon saying she'd like to speak to us about my father. We had already been to the hospital earlier on Monday, had come home, had just finished lunch, when the call came.

We met with the doctor and the picture is very sad.

We had been fooled by the stats on the machines, since my father's blood pressure was fine, his heart rhythm was fine, his oxygenation was where it should be, etc. and no one had suggested otherwise to us. Until yesterday afternoon.

My father gets better for a few hours and then there's a new worry. My dad's lungs and his ability to expel the CO2 are just about non-existent. He is walking a very narrow tight rope - any little thing could be more than his frail body can handle.

Heartbreakingly, his days may be very few or he may rally again, perhaps for a couple of months but not more - his new base line is so very low now and he doesn't have the strength to rebound yet again.

I'm writing this because I may fall quiet here and I wanted to let you know why.

I want to thank you all so much for your continued care and concern for my father and myself, your many prayers, well wishes, kind words of support and friendship. You are all very dear to me.

Thank you!