Another post I don’t know how to begin.
Last Tuesday I received a call that my father was in the hospital. There are 4 siblings scattered across the country so the calls began. Another call came in at 4pm which motivated us all even faster.
My brother made it to the hospital around midnight, his travel time was the shortest. My other brother arrived around 3:30 am & I showed up at 4:30 am. My sister had to fly so she was there by noon on Wednesday.
After mixed reports of what he had & what happened, the bottom line is that he suffered triple organ failure. Thankfully, in a lot of cases, that is more of a condition than death sentence. Things started improving faster than anyone expected but at 71, the whole bouncing back thing is slower than it used to be.
There is a moment you realize that you have switched roles with your parent, that it is your turn to protect them instead of them protecting you. When the children become the advocates and the caregivers. When the superhero in your world transforms into a mortal. When you can see the fear and uncertainty in their eyes. This is his 2nd hospital stay in his life actually, 2 years ago he got pneumonia and that was when we started to recognize that our roles had started to shift.
There is hashtag that is used by Jess at Diary of a Mom (both a blog here & facebook page) #loveshowsup & I can say without hesitation, love did show up. Love showed up in person, love showed up in good thoughts and prayers, messages of all sorts and phone calls.
His journey back is going to be a long one, but we will be there every step of the way, it’s what we do.