“This was a very good day, Geoffrey.”
He had extra pep in his voice. A product of his angioplasty? Maybe.
It was a big day for visitors. My sister and brother-in-law came, as did his two granddaughters (and spouses) and three great grandchildren.
My father is living the life. He is the center of attention, the king of all he surveys.
More than once someone has come into his room to perform some medical necessity after first asking for a joke. Like I said, the king.
He walked a little today and got tired, not short of breath. Shortness of breath was how he landed in the hospital in the first place. He was getting worse day-by-day. This is a small positive sign.
He has a pacemaker now. The incision is painful when he moves his left arm, but healing.
The last word I got on his kidneys was positive. They were happier with better blood flow and a more regular heartbeat. There’s still a ways to go, but this is the right direction.
He’s being sprung tomorrow. He’ll head back to his apartment, possibly temporarily signing up for a higher level of assistance.
He should. Sometimes he’s stubborn.
This battle is not yet over. My dad still needs the prerequisite test and TAVR procedure. That means waiting for his kidneys to stabilize in a reasonably healthy state. All of this has to happen sooner, not later.
In the meantime, today’s call was wonderful.
“It’s not your time yet,” I told him.
“Geoffrey,” he said, “I enjoy life too much.”
You know what? He does!