A little less than a year ago I told you that my dad was dying. And he was. He is. but not quite as quickly as they predicted. They gave him 4-6 months last April, at best. But then they started him on an experimental protocol, one of just eight people in the country who was trying it. the others are now gone, but dad responded remarkably. His doctor even used the word miraculous. He was doing so well that he made it to our family reunion last summer, and got to be there for many more occasions in his grandkids' lives. Every one was a gift.
But several weeks ago, things started going downhill again, and he spent much of last week in the hospital. The last two nights, I've dreamed about him, dreams where I'm saying good-bye, and it makes me wonder if the end is close now. That's the main reason for our trip south next week. It won't be easy. Things with my dad are never easy for me. But it will be good. Send some positive vibes my way if you think of it (what are known as FGBVs among some of us), with some extras for my dad, his wife, and my sisters.
I heard from my stepmom today and apparently he is doing much better-- went to church and even taught his sunday school class.
ReplyDeleteMuch love and blessings for you all right now. Whenever the end gets here, it will be difficult. The saying good-bye is always so hard. No matter when it happens.
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Please give your dad a big hug from me. He has been such a big part of my growing up years.
ReplyDeleteHuge love and many FGBVs to you and Dad and both your families. It's good to hear he was doing better, but we'll light you up just the same.
ReplyDeleteMuch love and blessings just as Julie said. And peace. This is the hard part of life. Thinking of you.
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