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Wednesday, February 2, 2005 - My dad continues to make progress.  Some of the blood thinner has been discontinued.  His fever also continues to come and go.  The doctors tell us that it is a miracle that he is still alive.  

Thursday, February 3, 2005 - The dialysis machine is removed - another giant step forward.  In a couple more days, the doctors will begin to remove dad from his drug-induced coma.  

Friday, February 4, 2005 - Dad is 72 today.  I pray that he doesn't die on his birthday.

Saturday, February 5, 2005 - Doctor tells us that dad is anemic and will need a transfusion.  He has blood in his stool and in his lungs.  They do not know where the blood is coming from nor can they determine the sight of the infection.

Sunday, February 6, 2005 -  The doctor cannot reach mom as she was in the shower and didn't hear the phone ringing.  He asks permission to put a central line in dad's neck.  I said yes.  The doctor tells me that they are carefully optimistic at this point that he will recover.

They have been cutting back on the morphine to bring dad back to the land of the living.  They will try to remove the life support tomorrow.  There is a 10% chance that he will not be able to breathe on his own.

Monday, February 7, 2005 - Dad's doctor talks with me when I call the hospital and said that he has decided to wait to remove the tube until tomorrow because he doesn't feel like dad is ready just yet 'to fly'.  When a patient is able to breathe on their own, the doctors tease that they are flying.

Tuesday, February 8, 2005 - Mom and I arrive at the hospital extremely early. I was up at 5 am in order to get us there by 8 am.  It is a 200 mile round trip for me and I've been doing this a long while now.  We are all exhausted.  Tom continues to hold down the homefront, but it's taxing on everyone.  Dad continues to lie in peaceful slumber.

We have been talking to him because on the night dad almost went to Jesus, the Chaplin told us that the hearing is the last to go and the Chaplin thought that dad could still hear us.  He encouraged us to talk to him.  The nurses however, asked us to stay quiet around him.  Mom and I don't know what to do anymore.  We try to stay out of the way.  When we aren't able to make it to the hospital, we feel guilty.  It's horrible.

9 am - Sleeping beauty awakes!!  Dad has the life support out of him and is jabbering like crazy.  I am crying because I am happy and am hugged by a nurse.

The doctor however, is a bit concerned over the jabbering, then tells us that he may do that for a week or so.  The kidneys shutting down, the heart - all of that causes a bit of confusion.

Dad knows who we are and appears happy.  He is going in and out of his conscious to his sub-conscious.  He will not shut up talking and the nurses are having a fit because they want him to rest his voice.  They finally give up because he talks regardless if anyone is there or not.

Mom and I leave the hospital crying tears of joy.  Dad will be coming home in about a week if all goes well, but the doctor exercises caution and is concerned about the lingering fever.  

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