A few days ago, a nurse blocked my family from going into my father’s hospital room. Telling us he thought best for my father and us to have some rest.
Unfortunately, my father nor my family saw it that way. As we were not allowed back into his room he was alone and did not understand why his family had just disappeared from his bedside after having us by his side for 44 days. Since he didn’t understand he rang the nurse’s station every other minute, and since he doesn’t have a voice they couldn’t understand him. The nurse gave him medication, one shot after another to calm him or keep him quiet. Putting him in a stupor of sleep and confusion.
Finally after what seemed an eternity of waiting… we were allowed into his room… Though at this point he barely recognized us. When we looked into his eyes they seemed lost. We were devastated.
These last few days my father has slowly come back to us…but he is not the same.
Who is to say if this would have happened if we had remained by his side? But this I can say is true, I would have rather stayed by his side than have this feeling of not knowing.
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