My Dad's health has been up and down for the past couple of years. In May 2011, it was really critical and I went home for a few days. He managed to recover miraculously and returned home from the hospital. After that it has been pretty much on the same level until a month ago, when he ended up in the hospital again. To make a long story short, he is suffering from severe back pain due to some of the discs have been either dislocated or "erased". He has great problems walking so he therefore ends up sitting in a chair most of the time, which causes a lot of stress on his back. This time he seem to have given up though. He is not communicating at all, hardly eating anything and seems to have lost all will to live. It is very sad and especially when you are far away, you feel even more helpless. So yesterday I asked hubby to book me a standby ticket to Copenhagen so that I could go home and see my Dad before it's too late.
This week has been turbulent, lots of things have happened and I have walked around with a constant headache. However, making the decision to go home has made me calm. It will be a very sad journey but it is something I have to do. The kids will stay in Dubai and hopefully my Dad will cheer up a bit so that we can come back and celebrate Easter as planned, although I don't expect him to live that long to be honest. We are taking one day at a time right now. Time will tell.
|Me and my Dad|