Well Amby, the boys and I have spent every weekend up in Marshfiled to see my Mom and Dad. Since we came home in May, Dad has gone through the works with his treatment. So many people have called/emailed and I apoligize about not returning most of the calls. Dad had his stem cell transplant in June, with the process looking good and while we sat day in and day out watching his counts and levels to return, he simply got worse. First they thought it was an infection, then phnuemonia and then they just didn't know. Fast forward 3 very heart wrenching and emotional weeks.....his oxygen level dropped to the 70's and they couldn't keep it up. Doctors said the last high dangerous doses of chemo seriously damaged his heart, lungs and kidneys. The doctors said his heart was only working 20%, kidneys aren't working enough to get the fluid out, and his lungs are bleeding. Mom called on Friday to say they were putting him into CCU (Critcal Care Unit--for cardiac patients) and putting him on a breathing machine. We pack it up to head back down to Marshfield for something Amby and I were not prepared for. God bless my Mom for being such a strong women. We walked into the CCU room and just stood there in shock. We knew what we were going to see after Dad's nurse explained everything over again to us........how can you prepare for something like that? Plain and simple, you can't. Dad was hooked up to all his IV's and tubes and the breathing machine. I felt like I was in a movie. We just stood there and cried and cried and cried. Finally when we got ahold of ourselves we sat there and talked to Dad, every once in a awhile, he would squeeze our hands or open his eyes when he heard Mom's voice. I kept thinking ,"My Dad is the strongest man I will ever know!" Over the next few days, the docs. said that he needs time to rest and get strong again and that we are all taking it day by day, hour by hour.
I was able to bring Seth into his room. He asked everyday to be able to see his "Papa". I was worried that Seth might be scared to see Dad like that so I explained to him that Papa was sleeping. Well Seth marched into the room and said "Hi Papa, the sun is up, why are you sleeping?" Then proceeded to tell him how much he loved him and that the medicine was working and the tube was helping him to breath. Now I have explained things to Seth in a very gentle way, so when Seth said what he did, you know that little ears have been picking up bits and pieces of our conversations. We all cried, and Seth gave Papa a huge kiss and said"I love you....See you later alligator". Thank God that children are so innocent and resistant to what goes on around them. The boys have been my sanity check and bring me back to reality of life when I leave Dad's room.
The next day, they slowed his meds. down so he was able to kinda comunicate with us(which was very little), but still in no pain. I talked to Mom yesterday and to the shock of all of us, they took the breathing tube out. See for all of you who know my Dad and how stong-willed he is, he was fighting the breathing machine, so he met the protocol to see if he can start breathing on his own. Low and behold now...he is breathing on his own!!!! Such wonderful news in all this chaos!!! Now I know I can't type everything that has happened over the last 2 mos. My mind has become one pile of mush with things changing every second. I know Mom is exhausted, but she just keeps going. Mom and Dad we love you and are praying every second that God heals Dad and provides up with miracles everyday...which he has!