I left my house at 4am.
I flew all day.
We went straight from the airport to the hospital.
It's scary pressing the button for the intensive care unit floor.
That's just not a floor anyone wants to visit.
My brother took me back.
His room is at the very end of the hall.
The walk seems so long...
The anxiety increases with each step, with every room I pass.
We arrive outside his room and the nurse begins to explain how he is, what they're doing for him.
He tells us that if he can hear us, its in a dreamlike state.
I find this funny because as he's talking to me, I feel like I'm hearing him in a dream like state.
Its hard to see him like this.
So many tubes.
So many bags surround him.
A machine carefully breathes every breath for him.
Life literally holding on by a machine.
For some reason I wonder what would happen if the power went out?
I wonder if the hospital has considered this?
A pretty stupid thought.
A pray silently by his side.
And I return to my family keeping vigil in the waiting room.
He'd be so happy to have all of us together.
And we wait.
2 comments:
ur whole family is in my prayers as I read this I rememebered my grandpa onhis last days,how I wasnt there but I knew what he looked like and what was happening Ive seen it before when he had that surgery over 14years ago,so I know what your going through and if you need me Im here,dont forget that :) I love ya girl and Im keeping you in my prayers and I well continue too,and keep an eye on ur pages to see how u r...
I'm so sorry, Liz. Update when you can. I remember that feeling well, there's just nothing worse. :(
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