First off folks here rock! You guys and gals have been amazing. You are almost, no you are my support group cause well outside of my dad, my brother (his wife and kid), and a few other select folks nobody even knows my mother is sick. Not even her brother and sister. Heck I've even been asked not to talk about it with my friends. You might wonder how that could be, but alas my family is pretty private.* Not to touchy-feely. Well to be honest we are just a little strange/off and I don't have that much of a problem with it. It is just the way it is :).
She is out of the ICU. She is eating solid foods and keeping it down. Seems to be doing much better. Heck tomorrow my mom and dad will meet with a team from a physical therapy center to talk about moving her there maybe as soon as Monday.
There are still some health issues the doctors don't understand. But alas that is nothing close to new at this point.
Where I want to ask for advice is about my father. I hope folks here can help just a little. You have already helped a lot.
*I have to laugh since I am posting this here to a potential audience of hundreds of thousands ....
If I was to ask my father who his best friend was I am not sure what he'd say. He is nothing close to a hermit. I 've heard it said he could be Mayor of his town with 75% of the vote. House member in a landslide. But alas my mother is at the center of his universe. Same the other way. Her not around, well I wonder how he is doing. So I keep asking. He says fine but I am not so sure. To me he seems adrift. Confused. Kind of lost.
I told him I was heading over Saturday and planned to stay for a few weeks. I should have done this before. I mean I work for myself. All my client work is loaded up on my laptop. I can live there just as easy as I live here.
He said that wasn't needed. He didn't say don't do it, that it just wasn't necessary. Said this over and over again.
My gut is I shouldn't listen to him and just do it. I mean I have to think he'd love to have me cook him a meal (I don't think he has cooked a meal in three plus weeks), shop, drive back from the hospital late one night, or just be around to talk to.
But I am worried he will think I am trying to take care of him, AND I AM, but we just don't cotton much to things like that. If there was a phrase to put on my family crest it would be "rub some dirt on it and get back in the game."
I just know there are folks here that have dealt with things like this and might be able to provide some insight ..... cause I'd love it.