Lately things have been on a bit of a roller coaster in our lives. Not only did my wife's heart attack come as a surprise, but her father has also been in and out of the hospital. Yesterday, we were pretty sure that my father-in-law was not going to make it through the night. He had been admitted back into the hospital on Wednesday with internal bleeding. Late in the afternoon yesterday, the doctor called to tell us that things did not look good. The doctor had gone over his wishes regarding resusitation and other medical directives.
Needless to say we were both very concerned. I went by the hospital after spending the day on the water with school groups. I took the first shift until midnight. During that time, I talked to him and talked to my HP. It brought back quite a few memories of being with my own father the night before he died. Sometime during those hours that I spent with my father-in-law, I began to see a change. He asked for something to drink so I asked the nurse to bring him some ginger ale. His blood pressure stabilized and his temperature (caused by an unknown infection) returned to normal.
It was as if I could tell that he was going to be okay for that one night. C. still wanted to come in so she stayed with him until 3 AM and then came on home thinking that he was better too. I realize that at 90 years old, he may rally and then crash. But today, we are encouraged that he is sitting up, talking on the phone, and eating his meals. His blood pressure is still low but that is being watched very closely.
After being with him, I felt peaceful and knew that at the moment things were okay. We are hopeful. I realize that the inevitability of death is near at his age. One can't think in terms of years or even months. It is brought down to one day at a time. But I have not fully accepted that it is his time to go. Perhaps I am bargaining to keep him here a bit longer. I do believe that there is still life left to be lived by him. I hope that I am right.