Today Dad woke up without a fever without the aid of Tylenol. He ate all of his breakfast of Cream of Wheat and peaches. In fact, he even told me how to fix the "cereal". He has been talking and opening his eyes up so that you can see them. He has not even had to strain to open them. What a blessing! We went out to look at a new facility for him and brought him back a Hardys Milk Shake. He drank 1/2 of it and then told me he was done but don't throw it away.
He also has been asking to call several of his friends and his stories have been fairly accurrate. He even was cracking jokes with Uncle Fred.
Unfortunately, his endurance is not high and he just asked me to lay him down because he was so exhausted he wanted to rest. I hate this disease and even though I know what is happening I don't understand it. I just want him to be comfortable and happy.
Garry and I went out to look at another place for dad. It is just so sad to see the people sitting around in wheelchairs with emotionless faces staring at invisible scenes. I keep thinking there has to be better places than these. Where do they serve integrity along with the medicine? If I could give my dad back anything it would be his health. I have been operating in an arena that I don't know which enemy is going to come out of the gate. I only pray that Iam making the right decisions. Thank God for Garry being here. It makes me feel more secure to not make decisions alone. Only the future will tell whether we have made the right ones.
Debbie
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