This story began 3 weeks ago, when my dad was rushed to the ER. Four days in one hospital, then transferred to a second hospital. Eight days in hospital number 2, and then to rehab. He's weak, he's debilitated, he's despondent. There are a myriad of problems. Resolve one issue and another condition pops up. Bottom line, he's 85 years old.
We -- my whole crazy mixed up family -- are spending so much time here, seeing to his comfort, trying to cheer him.
I came here straight from work tonight, got off the train and drove straight here. He was sleeping. I stayed anyhow. He woke up a short time later. His mood is more upbeat today, the doctor solved one of his problems.
It's so hard.