My heart is breaking...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Last night I got a phone call from my brother who was crying, and he said these dreaded words .."Uncle Babe may not make it." I threw on my shoes and coat and headed for the hospital. My husband took me and stayed for quite a while. I was planning on staying there with my Aunt so my husband went home.
My Uncle is in a fight for his life. The doctors say he is bleeding somewhere but he is so unstable that doing exploratory surgery is not a good thing at this time. They did do a Endoscopy but only could see a raw esophogas with a little bleeding. Not enough to coz the vomitting of blood and the discharge of bloody material from the bottom. They are afraid he has had a blood clot go to the bowl and that the blood flow has been restricted. That means he may have dead bowl in there and he is septic. It is speculation at this point, later today they hope to have a better picture.
To top it off, my Aunt Ruth is sick from being at the nursing home with him everyday. The whole place is full of patients with the flu and she now has it. As if this isn't one of the hardest things she has been thru, but to go thru it sick herslef, has to be the worst. Once he was put into ICU we finally got to go see him. He is unresponsive and on a vent. It was so hard to see this big strong man just lying there. He has been such an inspiration and life force for us for so long.
He was shot twice in WW2. Once on Saipan in the stomach. After that was healed , he was hit by shrapnel in the head. They did not expect him to pull thru. They even brought the Chaplain in to pray and he was up going to the bathroom. He surprised them all. All of these things happened by the time he was 19. His parents didn't see him for a year and a half ,while he was overseas in the hospital. Since then he has lived with seizures. Really bad ones. He has been thru so much in his life. Maybe he is tired and ready, but I'm not ready.
I used to go stay with them a lot. They were never able to have children of their own, so my brothers and I filled the spot. He would take us on Sunday mornings and walk to town so we could spend the dollar he gave us. He used to introduce my Dad as the father of his children. People would get quite a laugh at that one. He is simply my Dad also. And my Father never minded sharing the role. I just can't imagine my life without him around.
When I was little, he promised to buy my wedding dress. I wanted my Aunt to make it but she was afraid she would mess it up. So when the time came, he did buy my dress. I was so proud and have it to this day. I don't think I will ever be able to part with it. I know it is only a dress, but it was THE dress and HE bought it.
So I will end this for now. The prognosis is very bad, and I guess I should stop here. I just had to get this out.