My dad came home from the hospital this evening. He had a pretty good day although he is still having some significant pain (which is to be expected.) Not much has changed. He is still in sweat pants. He is still taking pain meds. He is still watching every college football bowl game that exists... only now he gets to watch it on his big screen TV instead of the little one at the hospital. I don't want to speak for dad but I think it's fair to say he is happy to be home.
We know we have a long road ahead of us. I'm not sure where we will find the energy to keep moving forward but we know there is no other choice. For the past eight months people have volunteered to help us but we rarely took them up on the offer. We tried to carry the load by ourselves but we know that has to change. We can't do this by ourselves. Many of you have offered to drive them to appointments, make a pot of soup, etc, and we might be taking you up on the offer. We are exhausted both mentally and physically.... and the second part of the nightmare has just begun.
We are all sitting in the livingroom at mom and dad's house so I guess that's a step in the right direction.
Goodnight for now.... and thanks again...