I need a vacation from the long weekend. Going back seems to easy but then how will I manage to parent-sit, work, and study. Lori and I tag-teamed Mom today. Lori took her to the hospital to visit Dad. We swapped after about an hour and I stayed with Mom another 2 hours at the hospital then took her home. I'm physically exhausted now. I thought I was yesterday. Nope, today is worse. Dad's condition hasn't changed. He's in a good mood and hasn't gotten too agitated about going home. I'm eager for the report tomorrow to give us an idea as to how much longer he'll be in the hospital this time. I'm also eager to hear if his chest tube can be removed. He'll be able to shower once that is done and overall will feel more comfortable. As for biopsy results, we don't look for anything for a few more days. The fungal and bacterial results will still be a few weeks away. What we are interested in hearing is whether or not his current pulmonologist will remain on his case or if -- because the cause of the growing dark area can't be determined -- he'll be transferred to a different specialist with perhaps another idea so to how to proceed.
Progress can't be hurried. Maybe in this case, hurry is bad thing anyhow. I always think it's foolish for people to say "I wish it were Friday." Whose to say they'll be alive on Friday? Or that they'll still be employed on Friday? I'm learning to be content with and make the most of each day. Right now, for me, that means I need rest.
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