I promised you an update on the weekend…
And herer you go, sponsored by Tiltweiser, the official Cheer of Instant Tragedy!
Category: My Family
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Second guessing…
Tonight’s Super Bowl and other issues surrounding my life have me second guessing things that I have done and or haven’t done recently.
I’ve had to look at strengths in my life, my backbone, my family in crisis because of the recent hospitalization of the man who’ve I only seen cry four times in 38 years, my dad.
I’ve had to remember the last time I had to face something that feared me.
Grandma Horowitz was a teacher at Adelphi University and a Speech and Hearing center that she built from the ground up. After some trouble she was given some drugs and I was going up to see her. My grandma was tall and strong. She knew nothing she couldn’t debate, or argue or reason out. She was strength in not only my eyes, but my soul.
“Don’t be frightened Sean, for your Grandma looks a little different. Just remember why you love her,” my mom said as we walked into the house that she lived in with my Grandfather for over 40 years.
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DAD IS HOME… I REPEAT DAD IS HOME!!!!!
He still has to go back to the doctor so they can examine the abcesses on and below the liver. He still has 6 weeks of Antibiotics, but thank the Big Guy he is FINALLY HOME!
I could mention all the people who have prayed, but I know you all had thoughts and wishes that were communicated through e-mail, blog comments, phone and mail messages.
My family thanks you,
My Dad thanks you,
and I thank you!
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Whinny away…
They have started Dad on Lasix. He whinnied at me when we last talk. “Can’t talk long gotta piss like a racehorse.”
It is helping the kidneys and hopefully we can get better news about the various oscopies that need to be done but continue to be delayed due to complications.
No news on Lev.
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No news…
Dad is in a room now and he is being poked and prodded.
He did tell me one story that made me smile.
He told me how the nurse who gave him his catheter used to work at the Mexican food place that my parents used to go to. So she goes from serving his encheladas to stuffing a tube in his burrito.
I gave in and let the bosses at work know whats going on, thank goodness they haven’t read this blog in a while, not saying I’ve put anything on here that you know I don’t talk about work on here. Never mind.
“Why are you still here?”
I’ve talked to him folks and he is in good spirtis. I get updates every three hours or as information comes. All I would do is pace and that would only hurt me. What I need to is keep myself busy and be ready to leave in a moments notice.
BUT nothing is coming. No news in my mind is good news. But in the words of Stevie Ray “I’ve gotta a real, real bad feeling”.
But I am remaining positive. I have to. My family is a family of fighters.
and that’s all I have to say on that.