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crappy crappy night.
i went to class, only to get a phone call from my dad a half hour after i got there. he had bad news.
my uncle, my dads twin brother, is very sick. he has been for a little while now. we found out about a month or so ago that he needs a liver transplant. since then, he's gotten sicker and sicker. this morning, they took him to the hospital in an ambulance because his blood sugar dropped to 30. sometime around dinner time, things got really bad, and they moved him to ICU and put him on a ventilator. dad called the hospital, and they told him that they wouldn't be able to do a transplant surgery at this point, because he's far too weak, and keeps getting sicker. he most likely wouldn't survive the surgery. they were attempting to stabilize him when my dad called. the ICU spoke things like "if he makes it through the night..." and "it's best to have as much family come see him as possible...". matt and kate watched dillon as i drove home from west long branch. mom and dad picked up the cousins and headed out to the hospital. his chances aren't good, and this could very well be the end.
i'm not entirely sure how i'm taking all this news. i'm mostly concerned about how this affects our family.. his youngest son is autistic and very "daddy dependent". he's my father's twin brother. and my mom's birthday is tomorrow.
....if only i could wiggle my nose and make everything okay.
7:55 AM edit: he passed away at 12:10 this morning. i dont even know what to say. happy birthday, mommy. i love you.
i went to class, only to get a phone call from my dad a half hour after i got there. he had bad news.
my uncle, my dads twin brother, is very sick. he has been for a little while now. we found out about a month or so ago that he needs a liver transplant. since then, he's gotten sicker and sicker. this morning, they took him to the hospital in an ambulance because his blood sugar dropped to 30. sometime around dinner time, things got really bad, and they moved him to ICU and put him on a ventilator. dad called the hospital, and they told him that they wouldn't be able to do a transplant surgery at this point, because he's far too weak, and keeps getting sicker. he most likely wouldn't survive the surgery. they were attempting to stabilize him when my dad called. the ICU spoke things like "if he makes it through the night..." and "it's best to have as much family come see him as possible...". matt and kate watched dillon as i drove home from west long branch. mom and dad picked up the cousins and headed out to the hospital. his chances aren't good, and this could very well be the end.
i'm not entirely sure how i'm taking all this news. i'm mostly concerned about how this affects our family.. his youngest son is autistic and very "daddy dependent". he's my father's twin brother. and my mom's birthday is tomorrow.
....if only i could wiggle my nose and make everything okay.
7:55 AM edit: he passed away at 12:10 this morning. i dont even know what to say. happy birthday, mommy. i love you.