tracks of my tears....and fears....

What an emotional day.
Dad was in so much pain Monday night, it was really difficult having to leave him and go home.
He was waiting to be actually "admitted" and placed in a bed in a ward. As we left the hospital, I noticed the window we were passing was actually the one I had been looking out of while we waited with Dad in ER. I stopped and peaked in, yep, there was Dad. He looked so forlorn, frail and his eyes were huge....good grief. I told Mom she should wave at him, maybe he would see. So, she got right up against the window and waved with a big smile, he noticed and lifted his hand in farewell.

Tuesday, Brett and I went up at noon to see Dad. They were putting him through more tests, more ...more...more. I realize the process needs to be done, but it was taking it's toll. Dad was not in pain anymore, so that was a relief. But he looked so tired. He was in for more tests in the afternoon. We went up directly after work and took Mom up with us. Dad was exhausted. He was sound asleep when we walked into his room, Mom leaned over and gently rubbed his arm. He woke up saying "how did I get here?"...he thought we had taken him home! Sorry Dad not yet. After a few minutes of confusion he realized he was still in hospital and began to tell us about his afternoon of tests....poor guy. But, the Doctors are ruling things out slowly and we are coming to a few conclusions of what is going on and what isn't.
Wednesday is one more test. Then Thursday/Friday will be a biopsy of the lung. The process of testing is coming to a conclusion, slowly....but at least we will KNOW.

My humble thanks to each of you who have prayed for us, Mom said yesterday she believed that is how Dad actually had the strength to get through these tests!! These have been difficult days, emotionally and physically....but we are not finished yet.....and we plan on finishing STRONG!!