Granddaddy is still in ICU. It’s been one thing after another. Here’s the lowdown:

Saturday: We’re told probably by the afternoon he could go in a room off the ICU unit. But wait, his heart rate increases (130). Throughout the day it is high. They give him something to bring it down and it bottoms out. So, they give him something to bring it up and it goes up high. By the end of the day, it’s down to the 90s. So, we’re told tomorrow he’ll go into a room.

Sunday: We go to see him in the morning with the doctor. He says he’s going to a room today. At our early afternoon visit, we walk in and they are finishing up x-rays. His oxygen level had decreased. They put him on oxygen and it went up but when they took the oxygen mask off, it went down. The x-ray revealed fluid on the lungs and they gave him medication. By our first evening visit, he was off the mask (much to his relief…he said it stunk). He was also running a fever. But a praise: They got him up to sit and he got dizzy. The second time he got up to sit, he got nauseous. The third time was a charm and he was able to sit up for a good bit to entertain all his visitors.

Monday: So here we are, still in CVICU and waiting to see Daddy, again. We’re told this morning or this afternoon he’ll get in a room.

We have no need to complain. Dad and all of us have been very blessed. We have had to watch one family lose a loved one and another re-enter surgery. It’s heartbreaking but through it all, God has showed us how blessed we are to have had a few minor setbacks. The staff here is overwhelmingly sweet. They have been so good to dad and to us. We are truly grateful to all of them.

Oh, we now have all the kids. I’m able to spendmre time with Mark, but please pray for him as he helps and works so hard to care for them.

More later…