I remember that day when..
I have so much to say, but don’t know where to start!
I can tell you about my father’s daily struggle to live normally, starting with the day of diagnosis till the day he lost his consciousness..
Total duration? 2 months!
I can tell you about my father’s emotional struggle that lead to his depression.. we had to give him anti-depressants without his knowledge!
I can tell you about my father’s inability to swallow so a feeding tube was inserted up his nose and down his throat.. and only then he said to me: “No, I am Not ok!”
I can tell you about my father’s inability to talk..so he started writing out his thoughts on a white board in order to communicate..
I can tell you about my father’s second admittance to the hospital that lasted 16 days.. and his comment was: “I might be the only person in the world who arrived at the hospital in a private car, yet left it in an ambulance!”
I can tell you about the time where my father’s only mode of transportation was the ambulance.. as it was the only vehicle that can handle moving a bed!
I can tell you about my father’s third admittance to the hospital where he lost his consciousness..
3 months ago and counting..
So much has happened.. in such a short time.. yet it felt as if years went by…