This has been one of the worst and best days of my life… all wrapped in to one. We just got home and it’s almost midnight.
Dad has been doing so amazingly well. It’s really been incredible watching his recovery. Today that all changed. MommaJana called me at 6:53 this morning to let me know they couldn’t wake Dad up. While we were on the phone they started CPR on my father. That has to be one of the worst phone calls a girl can get.
There is a lot to tell but I just don’t have the gumption to write it right now. I’m beat… my MS beast is starting to really kick in. I’m tired, I’m stressed, and emotions are really powerful.
My father is currently in CCU again. He’s on a ventilator. He has IV Dopamine supporting his blood pressure. And many other supportive wing dings and wham whams keeping him going. The good news is that over the course of the last 18 hours he is slowly and steadily improving. The last time I saw him he was awake, holding my hand, nodding answers to my questions.
I told him I was going home and he cried. Then I cried more. I told him I would be back soon. I told him to rest. I told him he will get well. And he nodded agreement.
In the upcoming days I will write more. I have to write it to process it all. I have been taking lots and lots of photos because Dad asked me to. But now I must rest. I must try to sleep.
Coach & I are going home tomorrow. Almost 400 miles away. 7 hours by car. But I know he’s in good hands. MommaJana is there. And he is blessed with the grace of God.