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Just back from spending the day in Springfield with Dad and family. Dad is home but weak and pretty confused. This last bout of two heart attacks in one month has taken its toll on both body and mind. Thankfully, Dad is spritually and emotionally strong but he is running on toughness and not much more. He has an inner strength not seen in many.
When we got him home Friday from the rest home he went (with help from me and walker he has recently been assigned) immediately to his frayed, tattered, and pockmarked-with-cigarette-burns old recliner, patted it and said, "hello, Buddy." He sat down and smoked his first cigarette in three weeks and asked me to make him a pot of coffee. He is overjoyed at being home and relishes his escape from hospital and rest home.
He does not eat or drink much -- not enough to maintain life at this point and I am wondering if he just got well enough to get home to die. He is 91 with 3 recent heart attacks under his belt and as mentioned is running on raw guts and courage. I do not think he will ever get better and am praying that next heart attack which is sure to come will take him out. I do not want him to endure worse condition than he is presently in and I know he feels the same.
I am my father's son and although I do not have the toughness and courage of Dad when no other sibling was able to do it I wrote his obituary and signed the non-resuscitate order today with his full agreement. I give great thanks to God and to the Lamas who have prayed so diligently for Dad and me both that I am here and able to do the things which must be done. Om Mani Padme Hum!
As for me, I continue to live without pain or discomfort. I see the urologist Tuesday for check of lingering infection. I am facing a very probable kidney surgery in the coming year -- cyst removal or kidney removal. If I survive that (I'm at high risk because of low ejection fraction due to heart attack) I'll probably have to face a stent in aorta to take care of the aneurism.
Outside of that I'm fine and on my second Heineken and smoking my Camel 100.
"Take the cash and let the credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant drum."
Boys and girls, Merry Christmas to you all and God bless each and every one of you and yours. And eternal thanks to those who offered prayers, smoke, well wishes for me and Dad.
Uncle Bill posting from SEKS.
When we got him home Friday from the rest home he went (with help from me and walker he has recently been assigned) immediately to his frayed, tattered, and pockmarked-with-cigarette-burns old recliner, patted it and said, "hello, Buddy." He sat down and smoked his first cigarette in three weeks and asked me to make him a pot of coffee. He is overjoyed at being home and relishes his escape from hospital and rest home.
He does not eat or drink much -- not enough to maintain life at this point and I am wondering if he just got well enough to get home to die. He is 91 with 3 recent heart attacks under his belt and as mentioned is running on raw guts and courage. I do not think he will ever get better and am praying that next heart attack which is sure to come will take him out. I do not want him to endure worse condition than he is presently in and I know he feels the same.
I am my father's son and although I do not have the toughness and courage of Dad when no other sibling was able to do it I wrote his obituary and signed the non-resuscitate order today with his full agreement. I give great thanks to God and to the Lamas who have prayed so diligently for Dad and me both that I am here and able to do the things which must be done. Om Mani Padme Hum!
As for me, I continue to live without pain or discomfort. I see the urologist Tuesday for check of lingering infection. I am facing a very probable kidney surgery in the coming year -- cyst removal or kidney removal. If I survive that (I'm at high risk because of low ejection fraction due to heart attack) I'll probably have to face a stent in aorta to take care of the aneurism.
Outside of that I'm fine and on my second Heineken and smoking my Camel 100.
"Take the cash and let the credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant drum."
Boys and girls, Merry Christmas to you all and God bless each and every one of you and yours. And eternal thanks to those who offered prayers, smoke, well wishes for me and Dad.
Uncle Bill posting from SEKS.
