Miracle

Today, my Dad is home!  After four months in the hospital, of which 42 days were in ICU, he is home.  For a while, we didn't know if this would ever actually happen.  There was more than one night where we were told, "He isn't going to make it."  We sat by his bed, in a surreal state, shocked, overwhelmed, sleep deprived, barely able to function.  I think we were numb to everything around us.  Nothing in the world mattered, but what was going on in that ICU room, where the machines pumped and beeped in a rhythm.  We watched the nurses, pleading with our eyes to save him.  Hours would pass with little or no change.  Then finally the right numbers would start to rise, then sink again, toying with our emotions.  What an exhausting game, not knowing, not able to anticipate what was going to happen.  It was literally a second to second, minute to minute waiting game.  One thing would improve, but then something else would deteriorate, such a balancing act.  After many,  many scary days and nights the numbers got better and better.  He was starting to turn a corner, then another one.  It is going to continue to be an uphill battle for a longtime to come, but this reminds us that life is so precious, make sure it is lived to the fullest each day.  We love you Dad, keep getting stronger!