July 11

So I woke up this morning to a phone call from my sister. She was wondering if I had checked in w/ the hospital yet---something I do every morning to see how my fathers night was and then I report to her and my mom---it's hard for my mom to make that call. So I got up while the house was still quiet and came downstairs with my husband. He had opened the door to the side porch so we stepped outside. It was one of those perfect summer mornings, temperature was just right, nice breeze, birds chirping, sun (FINALLY) shining and it smelled so good out there. It was the kind of morning that made me wish I drank coffee and read the newspaper so I could sit out there and do just that. Then I thought of my dad and how he'd love to do that and then I thought of something my mom told me he said every morning to her---be it 20 below zero or raining.... "good morning--look at this beautiful day God has given us". I couldn't help but think it was going to be a good day!

The phone call to the hospital was good news. His nurse said he had a great night, he was moving his right arm a bit and that his ICP (brain pressure) was at 2. WHAT? Are you kidding me? Our visit today was good. Dare we say he's turned a small corner? We walked in to find him w/out a single tube on his face and looking much more relaxed and comfortable!!! He is still not awake but he is breathing completely on his own. Every once in a while he forgets (he has been on a ventilator for 9 days) and that's a bit scary but he gets it right back. He was lifting his right arm up and moving it, moving his big toe on his right foot, his shoulder and his head. Lots of swallowing, moving his mouth and steady breathing when I read to him from his bible again. His fever was down, his swelling near the bone flap was down, his blood pressure is still a bit high but much better than yesterday. No results from the neurological tests yet.

Let's hope and pray that this is the first of many good days on his road to recovery. We know it's going to be a really long road but we've all signed up for the ride.

Thanks again to all of you who are reading this and praying for him. Please, if you're reading, leave a comment. I know when my Dad is well he will love to read about his journey back to us and to see how many people were praying for him!

Also, thank you to all of you who are visiting us at the hospital. It means so much to the entire family. If you haven't stopped by but want to, please do. We'd love to see you. The waiting room gets lonely sometimes and the clock ticks slowly.