I reckon my Sister is correct. We brush off our shoulders and always assume Dad will get better. We've been dealing with his sickness for over ten years now. We carry on with our lives but at the end of the day we go home to a very ill man. And even if you try to visualize this you won’t ever have a grasp on it because it’s years and years of this repetitive shit. If you know me or my mother or my siblings you won’t get a glimpse of devastation or a mere scope of sadness in our eyes. We've learned to adapt to this. . . to Him. We've learned to see through it all and just continue to press on. There’s not really much we can do.
My dad has been in the hospital for a week and a half. He was intubated for most of the first week and just two days ago he uttered his first word since Thanksgiving. He was better yesterday and now he’s sunken back into that dreadful dark hole. It’s a roller coaster ride I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
Here we are dealing with it again and again and again. But all we can rely on is hope. Expect the best and always pray for the best.
Science can only go so far and then there’s God. Peace.