So, Sunday I was all packed, spending some time with my sister-in-law’s parents before heading to the airport when my dad called and said he needed us at home. We got home and he was SICK. We knew he was sick but being the stubborn man he is he refused to go to the doctor. Well, we made that decision for him and called 911. He’s been in the hospital ever since. Sunday and Monday were S-C-A-R-Y! I’ve honestly never been so worried/scared in all the hospital stays we’ve been through with him. Made me feel a little justified in my feelings when I found out he was one of the top 15 sickest patients in the hospital (and it’s a pretty big hospital).

But, yesterday he looked really good. Not so good today but still not scary bad. It’s been reassuring to hear the doctors say they feel he’ll recover. Today there was even talk of him going home (not when he’d go home but that he actually WILL go home). They physical therapist came in and is even confident he’ll walk.

Now I have mixed up feelings. Do I leave on Monday or do I stay? It doesn’t look overly promising that he’ll be out of the hospital by Monday but he’s not in danger any longer. I’ve just never been so far away when he’s been this sick. But, I also need to get back to MY life, my work, my home, my friends, my committments. So, just praying that I make the best decision for me and for my family when I made the decision Monday as to whether or not I get on that plane.

Till later…