This weekend was a whirlwind for us. It started off as a lazy Saturday with me laying in bed wondering why my kids have to be the loudest creatures in the world and me being the wonderful morning person that I am was immediately not in a good mood.. I can’t even remember why now so it obviously wasn’t important. My husband made breakfast and we sat down to eat when suddenly I got a phone call from my mom to tell me that my dad was in the hospital with pneumonia and he had been admitted late Friday night.

So I did what any daughter would do… I freaked! That’s my dad! How can MY dad be THAT sick?! This is the man whom I’d never seen have more than just a head cold and yet here he was in the hospital on oxygen and hardly able to breathe. Within three hours we had the car loaded up, kids ready to go, and we were on our journey back to my home town.

Seeing my dad in the hospital was something I wasn’t even remotely prepared for. I walked into the room to find my dad laying in a hospital bed with a ghostly pale complexion, messed up hair, and on so many drugs he could hardly see straight yet he was still in horrible pain with each and every breath he took and my heart broke for him. I wanted to just trade places with him in that instant. I was reminded of how precious life is and how so often we take people for granted. I felt guilty for not being better about keeping in touch. It was just a wake up call. Having to leave to come drive back home Sunday night was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a long time. I didn’t want to leave with my dad being so sick but life here was beckoning us.

My dad is still really sick and until now his body has been unresponsive to the antibiotics. He hasn’t improved but he hasn’t gotten much worse either so they are considering him stable which is good. It took three days for the doctor to figure out exactly what type of bacteria was causing the infection but as of right now the doctor believes this new antibiotic they’ve switched to will finally start to help clear his lungs and body of this infection. My dad will have to go in for yet another x-ray this morning to see if he’s improving at all. Please keep my father in your prayers this morning. He NEEDS to improve so that he can go home to his family and finally get some rest in a comfortable bed where he’s not being poked and prodded every 15 minutes by nurses.

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