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Daddy's Girl

While I was growing up, I always knew I was a daddy's girl. I am an only child and my dad was so fun to hang out with, always my parent 1st but also my friend. My mom and I never had a close relationship until I was 21 or 22. I wasn't an easy teenager to live with for her. (What teenager is really?) My dad has always been the one I call first when I have a major problem. I've borrowed money from him and paid him back when he tells me to (tried to pay him back other times when he insisted I didn't have to), we've had to ask my parents for help in these early years of marriage and my dad has always been there for us. My mom too but the point is: I don't know what my point is really except that I love my dad so much and I can't imagine my life (or my kids' lives) without him in it.

He's the hospital in ICU right now with some kind of infection that they haven't been able to diagnos as of yet. He has severe pain in his face, severe swelling of his face, headaches that make him cry, fatigue, exhaustion, difficulty breathing. It's hard to listen to him talk because he has to stop every 5 or 6 words to take a breath. It always makes me think of my Gramma before she died. All she wanted a good deep breath. Just one.

His MRI came back clear, he had a CT scan this morning, no results yet and as I write this, he's getting a lumbar puncture or spinal tap done. The husband and I are driving the 3 hours over there tonight and coming back Monday unless he takes a turn for the worse. All my dad talked about earlier this week was how beautiful and great his grandchildren are, how he misses them, wants to see them, etc. So as hard as it will be to have them in the hospital, I will do anything to make my dad happy and I will bring them to him.

I know not too many people read this but for those of you who are reading it, please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. I'm not an uber religious person but a prayer or two never hurt anyone. I'll try to update while we are at my mom and dad's.

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Anonymous said…
You are in my heart and my prayers.
I love you.
Stephanie

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