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When Dad Sang

So, I picked dad up this overcast, spring morning to visit the urologist.  Fortunately, this was just an in/out thing and then we were on our way.  He seemed stronger today compared to last week, which was very encouraging.  Last week it seemed that he was regressing when he’d come so far since his hospitalization last month.  I was glad to see him rebounding today, despite depending on the walker for stability.  He was definitely stronger getting in and out of the car.  What a blessing to see!

My son came along and, as always, was a great help unfolding the walker for his grandpa and opening doors, etc.  We all enjoyed a nice breakfast at Bob Evans and had a fantastic waitress.  Afterwards, my son helped pump gas on the way to take my dad home.  It’s so nice that he’s old enough to help out with that now.  I wore the elbow ace bandage today as a support for my sprained elbow that is still recovering.  (Soaking in the epsom salt has made all the difference in the world, thankfully!)

We set the trash out for my dad just in time before the trash truck rounded the corner this morning.  So, he appreciated getting that taken care of.  I know he’ll be glad when he is back to his normal self.

On the way back to his house, I decided to play the David Phelps’ album on my iPod again.  (It seems to be a favorite at the moment!)  I knew my dad would appreciate hearing How Great Thou Art as it is his all-time favorite hymn.  (He has selected this hymn to be sung at his funeral.) Traffic was fairly heavy, but my spirits were lightened when I heard dad sing along to this hymn!  My dad doesn’t usually sing, folks.  He’s a pretty serious fella when he’s not cracking a joke.  Does that make any sense?  Haha! … Ah, dad has been through so much over the past six weeks beginning with fracturing his right foot followed by contracting a serious case of sepsis the next day!  When he was in the hospital, even basic functions were nearly impossible.  His recovery over the last few weeks has been miraculous, and to hear him singing praises to our heavenly Father today… well, it melted my heart!  It surely made God smile.

Here, his body is weak and his mind gets confused at times, but his spirit remains connected to his Lord and Savior!  What a testimony of God’s grace!

The album continued playing and after dad got out of the SUV at his house, he said how much he enjoyed listening to the music.  I was glad to hear that.  Normally I don’t play the radio or listen to my iPod when he’s in the car because he’s usually talking so much.  He must’ve been a little tired today as he didn’t talk much on the way home.

Today was the last batch of doctor appointments for several weeks, thankfully!  We’ve seen so many specialists over the last month and we both can stand a reprieve.

So very thankful for the mercy and grace God extends to my dad and to me also as I strive to be God’s hands extended.  Most days I rely heavily on God’s strength and He never fails me.  I always consider the fact that one day I, too, will need assistance with things and can only hope and pray that my children will be patient and loving with me as well.  I learned very early on just how fragile life really is.  I was a mere 23 when I watched my mother’s life ebb away as her body was wracked with cancer.  So, I’ve lived my entire adult life with the understanding that we are not as invincible as we tend to believe when we’re young.  Tomorrow is not promised.  We must make today count!  Witnessing my dad’s recent health struggles and near death experience with sepsis has prompted me to prepare myself for his eventual passing, but I don’t know that one can ever be truly prepared to lose a parent, no matter the age.  We never willingly let go.  Death is so foreign, so intangible.  It separates us from the ones we love.

I know that when the day arrives that he crosses into Glory, it will be the best day of his life.  No more pain, no more struggles.  Heaven will be far more perfect and full of pure bliss than we could ever consider or imagine with our finite minds!  Until then … I am doing my best to honor and respect my dad and help him navigate his golden years with grace and dignity.

Today, my reward was when dad sang…



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Dad Fractured His Foot

My cell phone rang at 7:30 this morning and I jumped out of bed to grab it.  It was my dad letting me know he’d fallen and hurt his foot.  He’d been outside trying to shovel his porch.  Then he came inside and slipped on his laminate floor in the dining room.  He barely made it to the chair to sit down and call me.

My first thought was that we’d have to call an ambulance if I couldn’t get him to the car.  I quickly got dressed and had my son come along with me.  I would need his help shoveling his Grandpa’s sidewalk and steps, not to mention, helping me possibly get him to the car.  When I arrived at his house, I was happy to see that he could take small steps and he felt confident that he would be able to make it out to the car.  I was relieved to hear this, especially since I knew the hospital the local ambulance would route him to was one he did not want to visit.  With my son on one side of my dad and me on the other, slowly, ever so slowly, he began a thirty minute trek that would normally take sixty seconds.  One little step at a time.  We finally made it to the convertible!  Thank God I decided to drive that instead of the SUV, which sits up much higher and would have been impossible for him to get into today!

I dropped my son off at our house, knowing he’d be completely bored waiting at the hospital.  Upon arriving at the hospital, I pulled up to the emergency entrance and spotted two security personnel on their way to take a wheelchair inside.  My dad hailed the wheelchair, much like one would hail a cab.  😉  The two gentlemen were very helpful and even assisted getting him into the wheelchair.  They volunteered to take him to the registration desk while I parked the car, which was very kind.

Everyone at the hospital was super compassionate and helpful.  The ER Dr. even called my dad’s orthopedic Dr. to schedule a follow-up appointment for the morning.  They said I would need to pick up a copy of his x-rays in the radiology department when we were finished, however, before we left, they even brought the x-ray disc to us in the ER!  Talk about service with a smile!  🙂

I felt like we truly received the VIP treatment and it was most appreciated.  God blessed us with favor, for sure.

The x-ray results came back that he has a small fracture in his right foot.  Initially, the Dr. wanted to put him in a cast but was leary about him being on crutches.  She wanted him to use a walker for greater stability, which was met by much disdain by my dad.  He thinks walkers and canes are for the elderly, a category he does not consider himself a part of at the youthful age of 77.  😉

I inquired whether an orthopedic walking boot would be suitable based on his injury.  (I’m well aquainted with walking boots as my darling daughter has sprained her ankles several times over the years.)  The Dr. followed my suggestion, despite being unsure they even had walking boots in stock.  It reinforced what I’ve come to learn over the years…When it pertains to your health care, you have to take the bull by the horns.  Don’t be afraid to speak up and research, research, research.  Be an informed patient.  Okay, I’m getting off my soap box…

We left the hospital, got his pain medication filled and swung by his house to pick up his clothes and regular medication.  He’ll be recuperating at our house for several days.

When we got back to my house, there were two possible entrances for my dad to come in.  He attempted to navigate the three steps from the garage into the house, however, that proved impossible.  He sat on one of the steps for a few minutes to catch his breath, but then we decided it’d be best to enter through the front door.  There are only two steps and they aren’t as steep as the other set.  We attempted the other steps because they were closer, but just not feasible.  His trek trying to get into the house spanned nearly an hour.  A walk that would normally require about 60 seconds took almost 60 minutes!

As I stood beside him and at times, behind him to make sure he didn’t fall, I wished I could either carry him or help move his leg.  (Mind you, my father is 6’1″ and 270 lbs.! Not exactly possible.)  I felt so helpless.  So, I prayed…a lot.  I prayed that God would give my dad strength and ease his pain.  It even began drizzling while he was hobbling along.  Each step my dad took was painful and it pained me just watching his sometimes feeble attempts.  Finally, he made it over the threshhold of the front door… in out of the rain finally!  Once we got all the way inside and closed the door … I congratulated my dad and clapped my hands in excitement!!  We had made it!  Finally.  I said “we” because each step my dad painstakingly took, I took with him in spirit.  🙂

My husband took my daughter to work earlier and picked her up this evening, which is normally my task.  She had lovingly prepared dinner before she had to go to work as she knew it’d be a long day (which it was!).  Her thoughtfulness is especially appreciated!  I swung by the grocery store on my way home and picked up essentials, like: milk, eggs and chocolate morsels.  What chocolate isn’t an essential??  😉  Haha.  She very sweetly whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies after a long day of work, which was most therapeutic after a day like today.

Thankful that God’s grace is sufficient for me and in my weakness, He is strong!  Praying for a speedy recovery for my dad too.


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