Adversity

The focus of the next 3 weeks of rehabilitation, is simply to get Dad to the point where he can reliable move around in a wheelchair. Let that sink in for a minute. 4 weeks of rehabilitation to get into a wheelchair. Like most people I know, we hold out hope that Dad will beat the odds.

He ate breakfast and lunch but declined to eat dinner today. He got dinner anyway, via the PEG. I'm sure he was tired, but he's also at that point in recovery where he's full realizing what is ahead. His speech is coming along at a similar pace. He's getting better, but growing less patient with his inability to communicate effectively. It's clear that there are frustration and/or depression issues to be worked through. Certainly understandable.

I don't know if it was the right thing to do, but I was honest with Dad about that first day. After the girls left the room, I talked to him about "the decision." That is, when the surgeon presented us with the option of surgery, knowing that he'd have a tough road ahead, but it would be his best option at survival. It was a tough story to tell him, and we both struggled to get through it.

We finished on a positive note, lots of kisses from grandaughters, a handshake and a promise to return this weekend. Thanks to all of you that continue to reach out through blog comments, phone calls and other well wishes. The messages are being conveyed to Dad, and it always makes him smile.