I spent the afternoon on Tuesday at mom & dad's and we played one game of Rook. This is a miracle as it wasn't too many weeks ago that we thought we had surely played our last as a foursome! Dad has bounced back so nicely. Now, saying that, this cirosis of the liver will eventually take him home, but he has had much better days since Hospice (as I've said repeatedly!) Yesterday, mom said he had a very tough day. Walking a very short distance from his chair to the kitchen he got dizzy and started to fall. My brother was near and told him to put on his brake (the Hospice one has wheels!) and dad said he couldn't...so he was going down. My brother was right there and caught him. Dad ask Kent to get him back to the living room and from there he didn't move again. He also lost his (little) appetite and ate nothing. So, not a good day.
Today has been better. I called and went over and we didn't play just one game, they wanted to play two! So, two games to 1000 pts and dad did great. Mom and I won the first one, and it was down to the wire but the guys beat us in the second!
As we were talking a little (we don't talk much!) dad told me about his night last night.
He said he sleeps on his right shoulder in a "fetal" like position. He woke up and straightened his left leg but when he tried to bend it again, he had the worse pain ever. So he straightened it again. Then, he tried to bend it again, and same thing occured. He said it was like none he ever experienced. So, laying there with a very straight leg, he prayed. With tears in his eyes and choking up some, he said "I was able to bend my leg after I prayed". So great that dad knew God heard and was very near him (although he knows that of course...)