clearing my head
Weeks ago my Grandmother found out that she had cancer. After 2 weeks in the hospital she's "recovering" at home, had her fist bout of chemo yesterday and is doing "well".
Last Tuesday my Father had a stroke at work. It happened at 1pm, and 9.30 pm I found out from a doctor in Philadelphia who was expecting my Dad's arrival shortly. He called to get medical permission for surgery or any other procedure they might need to do.
In only a few hours after the first call my sister had gotten to my apartment from Boston and we were off to Connecticut to pick up my Mom.
9 hours after the original call we arrived in Philadelphia expecting my Father to be knocked out and were pleasantly surprised to find that he was conscious. He in turn was happy, and greatly surprised to see us.
A week later, he has re-taught himself how to use his left arm and leg(despite the objection his brain seems to have with it). His color has returned and though his humor has never left, his positive outlook has wained.
Everyday I went to the hospital, tried to make him as comfortable as possible, dealt as best I could with his employees and clients, tried to help my Mother...and yet it doesn't seem to have made any difference.
Now a week later Mike, Winston and I are back home in Providence. I'm exhausted, and Mike is exhausted. We had to get back as I have orientation for Johnson and Wales on Saturday and I start classes Monday. We'll be coming back next Saturday, hopefully I'll have happier updates.
Last Tuesday my Father had a stroke at work. It happened at 1pm, and 9.30 pm I found out from a doctor in Philadelphia who was expecting my Dad's arrival shortly. He called to get medical permission for surgery or any other procedure they might need to do.
In only a few hours after the first call my sister had gotten to my apartment from Boston and we were off to Connecticut to pick up my Mom.
9 hours after the original call we arrived in Philadelphia expecting my Father to be knocked out and were pleasantly surprised to find that he was conscious. He in turn was happy, and greatly surprised to see us.
A week later, he has re-taught himself how to use his left arm and leg(despite the objection his brain seems to have with it). His color has returned and though his humor has never left, his positive outlook has wained.
Everyday I went to the hospital, tried to make him as comfortable as possible, dealt as best I could with his employees and clients, tried to help my Mother...and yet it doesn't seem to have made any difference.
Now a week later Mike, Winston and I are back home in Providence. I'm exhausted, and Mike is exhausted. We had to get back as I have orientation for Johnson and Wales on Saturday and I start classes Monday. We'll be coming back next Saturday, hopefully I'll have happier updates.