Today marks one month since my dad has been in the hospital here in Charleston.
We are no longer thinking Lymphoma (good news) but still don't know what's wrong with him.
He's a medical mystery.
I need House. Seriously.
The Infectious Disease team is now looking at him and we did another spinal tap yesterday. The poor man has just had it. For the last 2 or 3 days his mind has not been there. At all. Not even a glimpse. I will spare you the gory details but he's hallucinating and scared out of his mind. I can't imagine.
This morning I woke up, looked at him and he smiled at me. For the first time in days.
I loved it. With my whole heart.
So, today I am wishing that my dad was doing the things he loves instead of sitting in a hospital bed.
Just to name a few - spending time in nature...
visiting his mother, seeing his friends and his poor dog!
Now time to take a nap.
Happy Tuesday to you all.