Rounding third and heading for home.

For the past six and half months my father has been in 2 hospitals and 2 rehab places. What was suppose to be a simple prostate surgery in late September. Turned into a ordeal that I wish no family ever has to go threw. A blood clot that was in his leg went up to his lungs and then his heart. He had emergency heart surgery and if it wasn't for a a certain doctor who had just arrived at the Hospital. My father would have died no question.

Threw this long ordeal we have met many doctors and nurses and other medical staff. Also other patients and their family members we have met and become friends with some. You see these people everyday and they are going threw the same situation or even worse. You end up talking and sharing stories and sometimes comforting when bad news arrives. You hope for the best for them and even add them in your daily prayers.

Friday we got the news that my father is well enough and is coming home in 2 weeks. He has come a very long way and has been threw fucking hell and back. The word ''miracle'' has been used to describe my father's condition. He had tremendous odds and he beat them. He still has many months of rehab but for the most part he is ok. We were so happy to get the news and just glad he can come home. What makes this bittersweet is we also found out that one family we met along the way lost their loved one yesterday.

Steve who was waiting for a heart transplant for the past year and literally having machines keep him alive passed due to complications yesterday morning. He was 38 lived in New York but was from Wisconsin. He knew the odds were adding up against him but he never gave up hope. His family and our family met and became friends when we were both on the ICU 7th floor. Everyday twice a day he would walk around the ICU unit just to get out of his room and bed. He had 3 nurses following him. One in front and the other two behind pushing the machines that were keeping him alive. He would visit my dad and always tell him to not give up and keep fighting.


I'm sharing this information cause I need to get it out. I feel happy as heck that my father is coming home. But feel so sad inside for Steve who won't be coming home. I feel even worse for his loved ones. We were so close to loosing my father it still shakes the shit out of me. At times I wonder and I have told my dad this. Why did the powers above save my father and not take him? What purpose does he have for still being here? It's amazing what all goes threw your mind when your loved one is on death's door. Literally mins away from passing on and then it all turns around. But for 3 weeks after we didn't know how bad if any damage there was to his body or brain. It was alot of days of being at the hospital from early morning until late at nite. Sitting in the waiting room and taking turns going to see him. Watching him and myself wondering will I ever get to talk to him again. This stuff just fucks with your mind and emotions.

Who knows what lies ahead for him or any of us. Tomorrow he is getting his G tube/feeding tube taken out of him. After that is done were taking him up to the 7th floor were he stayed for almost 2 months. I'm sure they will get a kick seeing him again. These were the people that saw him at his worst and took great care of him. Anyway alot of things to do this week as we get ready for his return home. Installing more safety bars and moving furniture around. I so need a vacation. lol

Thanks for listening.