It's difficult to believe two years have gone by. Today is the 9th of May. I believe is was Saturday or Sunday, the 8th or 9th of May that Don had the inspired idea of gathering us for waffles at Mom and Dad's house. Dad was weak, but he made a good showing. He seemed to have eaten more than he should have and felt ill. The next week went by, like others in the past couple of months: tentative. Mom was ever apprehensive about whether she needed to bring Dad to the ER.
It was a Wednesday, in the middle of the night, when Mom awoke, because Dad had fallen in their room, getting up to use the bathroom. She helped him and he insisted he was okay.
They fell back asleep.
Dad woke with a severe headache. Alex had come over that morning to help around the house. Mom and Alex brought him up to the ER.
Dad had experienced a cerebral hemorhage. He stayed in the ICU. The bleeding appeared to have stopped and he was talking. He was transferred to a regular room. Was that Saturday, Sunday, or Monday night? I came to visit and he did not seem well at all. I wondered at the doctor's decision to transfer him to the "regular" floor.
It was a Wednesday, in the middle of the night, when Mom awoke, because Dad had fallen in their room, getting up to use the bathroom. She helped him and he insisted he was okay.
They fell back asleep.
Dad woke with a severe headache. Alex had come over that morning to help around the house. Mom and Alex brought him up to the ER.
Dad had experienced a cerebral hemorhage. He stayed in the ICU. The bleeding appeared to have stopped and he was talking. He was transferred to a regular room. Was that Saturday, Sunday, or Monday night? I came to visit and he did not seem well at all. I wondered at the doctor's decision to transfer him to the "regular" floor.
