What else do you call it when a man who was supposed to have died three or four times during his hospital stay gets to go home? It is nothing short of miraculous that my dad is even alive right now, let alone sitting at home in his recliner complaining that it isn’t warm enough in the house.
He is home after going into the hospital on November 23rd of last year. If you do the math, that is ten weeks in the hospital. SEVENTY DAYS.
In that time he had two surgeries and several close calls that had us all convinced that he could go at any time. Today, he got to go home and Wednesday, my mother will be back from her trip out of town and they’ll be together again.
And although we’re by no means through this, the fact that he’s back home is something to hang onto. Thanks to those who kept reading through this ordeal; your support has meant more than I could ever express.
I am so, so, so happy! I’m grinning from ear to ear while my eyes fill with tears. Go, Dad!
I am so so happy for you and for your dad and your whole family. Awesomeness.
This is very great news! I will continue to keep him in my thoughts and prayers. Someone needs to stoke up that new wood stove for him!
THAT is a miracle, and a very happy happy Wednesday!!
There’s no place like home. This is good news.
I’m so happy for your dad to be at home and the happiness it will bring your mom. There’s no place like home for healing.
‘Together again’… isn’t that just the most beautiful phrase?
YEs! Of course we are still with you, giving what little support we can from wherever we are, even when it is just thoughts and prayers.
What great news! De is right, home is…home. He must be happy to be in his own space.
That is certainly something for which to give thanks. Much love to your whole family.
That is such wonderful news. He and your Mom must be thrilled to be together again.
How wonderful! Three cheers for your dad.