He’s sitting in a chair, joking with the nurses in CCU about the thirty year warranty on his Kosher (bovine) heart valve.
I know he’s just a dad, but he’s my dad and he’s a great dad.
Last night was the worst night of all. I went to spend time with him after hours. I was able to rouse him, he could follow my directions, but he was so weak and I was so terrified they wouldn’t get him off the vent. Weaning from the vent was the downfall of many of my patients back in my CCU days.
At last I can fall apart and enjoy that good cry.