Yesterday, suddenly, my father’s right side became so weak he could not stand. His speech slurred. It reminded me of when I admitted him to hospital back in October when I thought he was having a stroke.
My thoughts were in contrast to what I should have been feeling. I should have been in great concern, but instead I was annoyed – annoyed that I would have to spend the rest of the day in the hospital. My thoughts about this being “it” were borderline hopeful. But I think I knew he would be okay.
He must have asked me the same questions a dozen times, as did every nurse and doctor.
I came home at about 1 AM after about 9 hours by his side. My wife was up and we spoke and I realized that I did not speak hushed while near the room where he had been sleeping for the last 6 months. In the morning I felt free to walk around my home partly disrobed. For some reason there was less tension between my toddlers and me. It was our home once more … at least for a couple of hours.
Now I’m by his bedside again and I will be taking him back home today.
We are so tired.