This week hit me like a ton of bricks. I try to spend my time squeezing the most of of everyday moments, but every now and then I'm reminded again at the fragility of life. My dad has been sick for the past few months with something we knew (due to his changing color from flesh to yellow) was liver related. On Tuesday evening things took a turn, he had been seen by the specialist the day before and was waiting for a biopsy, but things were definitely much worse. By Wednesday we took him to the E.R. knowing that something just wasn't right. (More not right than being very yellow and bloated.) The doctor pulled two and a half liters of infected fluid out of his abdomen. Good thing we got him in there. He spent three nights in the hospital. Now we have the beginnings of an idea of what we're up against. It's a very long road with some hope and many many unknowns. There has been talks of transplant, but there are treatment options that will hopefully work before we end up in that boat. His spirits were very good the whole time. We laughed a lot to pass the time making yellow jokes whenever possible, and enjoying the kindness of all the hospital staff. If I am in and out in the future I hope you don't mind too much. I am a bit of a daddy's girl, and want to be sure he has all of the help necessary. If you think to, pray for my dad and my mom as she struggles through this time with him. God bless you all.
They filled up 2 1/2 of these, and could have filled 8 more.
My mom and dad making the best of a tough night.