Aug 07, 2010 12:00
Maybe I should call it downdate.
The surgery site has become heavily infected and doesn't appear to be responding to the antibiotics. It's life threatening, and Dad is in very poor health. He is barely eating, I tell him to just force stuff down, drink a few of the meal replacement drinks, and he manages a sip which is half a teaspoon and asks me to throw the rest out.
His diabetic doctor is going to see him. He sounded a little surprised that such a radical thing had been done. Of course, he was on vacation for a month when things suddenly moved. The surgeon, well now he's on vacation.
I told my sister not to worry. Not, because there wasn't a reason to worry, but because there wasn't anything she could do beyond visiting and being cheery. It's in the hands of God and the Doctors now, neither of which have been much deserving of that trust.
Today, I am going away from all of this. Tomorrow and the rest, I'll visit and spend some quality time with my Dad, because maybe the fucking lesson is that it's nice to have time to say goodbye instead of having someone wrenched abruptly from your life, the way Sensei Miguel was all those years ago.
Or that random 'shit happens' can be more comforting than a torture plan.