This is part of an e-mail my sister, Wendy, sent this morning:
Dad seems to be making some sort of a recovery. Today he has a different look about him, still pretty lost but still with us. He is responding more to direct easy questions, still eating and drinking well, much more like he was just over a week ago. He isn't coughing now, or at least not much, though he still indicates pain from time to time. We have started thinking that much of that is when he is just upset and embarassed about not being able to get to the toilet. So we believe we will have him with us awhile longer after all.
Glory to God; thanks to you! I'm crying too hard to write any more now.
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Praise God! I will return the kind words and simply state that I rejoice with you!
Thanks, Adam. Did you notice I added your blog to my blogrolll?
I've stopped crying now, and provided Dad's recovery "sticks," I'm getting ready to have a BIG LAUGH!
Way to go, Dad! Die on your own terms and God's and not anybody else's! HA!
Thanks be to God! He and your family have been in my prayers, especially as I catch up on my essential reading after vacation.
Thank you for that, Anastasia. I hope my writing is worthy of the addition. :)
Glory to God! Prayers for a full recovery!
Praise God!
This is such good news!
And I hope you will be able to rest now...
Well, it's not time to rest yet. Now the issue is to get him OFF the morphine, because it will kill him with continued use, and back onto coumadin, the blood-thinner he needs to prevent clots. It was probably a small clot, since dissolved, that brought on this whole episode in the first place.
But achieving those goals, believe it or not, looks like it may turn out not to be so easy.
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