My Second California Trip

I was in California for another two and a half weeks. I got back to Texas on Saturday, November 12.

Unlike my last trip to California, this voyage was definitely more serious. When I arrived, my dad had been in the ICU unit at the LAC-USC medical center (or County Hospital) for about 4 days. The night after I arrived, my dad's condition took a turn for the worse, and I found myself explaining to my dazed and confused father what the consequences where if his lungs or heart failed and he refused to be intubated. He had been intubated just a few days before.

When I left California, my dad had been out of the hospital for a whole week, was using oxygen to breathe whenever he got too excited, and required the help of a walker for short distances . . . and a wheelchair for whenever he went out (like to doctor's visits).

The prognosis is good. My dad will get better. We only have another 4 months of chemotherapy. If all goes well, he should be back to full health in another 6 to 8 months.

Here's to hope, which always springs eternal.