Dad continued to look a little better today: he was sitting up in an armchair for a couple of hours, and he's begun to get a little food (ice cream and yogurt) by mouth. While we were there, he kept asking for spoonfuls of ice cream, and he also seems to be thirsty all the time. He had the passy-muir valve again this evening, so he was able to speak to us and tell us what he can remember of the past three weeks. In some of his memories, he is aware that he was in hospital, while other memories are confused recollections where he thought that people were doing something to him with computers.
"I wouldn't want to go through that again," he said. "Did you think I'd had it?" When we told him that he had given us quite a scare last week, he replied, "There were times when I thought I wasn't going to make it. I felt like I was just waiting to die." It was so strange to give Dad some yogurt and actually hold a conversation with him, when only a few days ago we were holding his hand as his heart stopped beating.
Under the surface, though, there is still concern about the infection in his abdomen, which hasn't started to heal yet. That's the big change that we really need to see over the coming days. Thank you, once again, for taking time to read these updates and for standing with us in prayer.
