My Dad is Sick....and I am Sad!

I came home from Ireland sick.....to a sick father. I was already worried because I left him here and did not stay home and take care of him....but I came home to a man who looked like a prisoner from Shindler's List. I slept most of Sunday, trying to get well.....and on Monday called in sick and Frank took me to the doctor. My mom took my dad to chemo in Sylacauga. Dr. Roberts diagnosed me with ear infections, sinisitis, bronchitis, tonsilitis...and every other itis known to man-kind. My mom showed up....sin my father.....about 4:30. He was at the hospital....and they were going to admit him when they had a room available. He was dehydrated, his blood count was low, and his creatin level was high. I could not have felt more miserable....in that I could not go with her...because he did not need to be around me. To be honest....after 58 years of marriage.....she is the only one who can take care of him. He is not up for grabs there. She has always been extremely possessive when it comes to taking care of my dad. Anyways, at 11:00 last night they finally got him into a room. I have to wear a mask to go in and see him and can only stay a few minutes at a time. He looks so sad laying balled up in a fetal position on his bed. It makes me want to cry. They are giving him blood and liquids to try and build his blood count back up and drive his dehydration down. After they get him on the road to mending....they will treat his cough and the other things that are wrong with him.....but for right now....he has a long road to hoe. Keep us in your prayers....and hope that he begins to bounce back from this black hole he seems to have fallen into. God Bless You Everyone!