BAW and I visited Dad last week before our abbreviated "trip" to Oregon and again yesterday, Friday. In that 10 day period, its safe and honest to say that my father is in decline. He has lost a lot of weight despite the fact that he is eating, its just the disease taking its toll. His memory fades in and out but he still recognizes us from the moment he sees us.
Yesterday, we visited and we were joined by our niece; we walked Dad in his wheelchair and everyone of the other patients that we passed, Dad was raise his hands and say, "Halt!...this is my son Rick and his wife and their daughter (our niece but he didn't know...)" This went on countless times and it was quite humbling to see how proud he is of his family to introduce us to everyone and anyone.
I'm disappointed in the Hospice care that he receives; a number of calls to his Social worker result in the expected mumbo-jumo answers that serve the moment's purpose and nothing more...for example, we arrived yesterday for find him in a deep sleep but gasping for air; turns out his oxygen tank was empty!
Dad is bi-lingual; he speaks English to us and immediately kicks into Spanish with the nurses and staff; he makes funny comments and references to "dancing with the girls cause they have round bottoms!" He laughed a few times, it was quite warming to see. We rolled him to his dinner area and he grabbed me once again; he reminded me that he will see us again as he held my hand...as we slowly walked from the table, he said in a very proud voice, "That's my son Rick!"
Yes, Dad's still with us; he'll have more visitors today and tomorrow as my older sister and brother are in the area ... we're back home due to my injuries and the fact that I did not want to face weekend Palm Springs traffic...
I continue to plea for your continued prayer; he's a good man, he's a strong man and his pledge to "fight this angry disease" continues..we read your thoughts as they come in...we thank you so much...
from,
BAW's, Doozer, DMP and the rest......