So, Dad's still in the hospital, but we have every reason to be optimistic. Meanwhile, he is keeping us entertained. The night after his surgery, my brother told him that a friend of his with the same condition dropped over dead while walking his dog. My dad responded by saying, "I don't walk my dog."
Yesterday when I was in the hospital with him, he opened his eyes and said he'd just realized something important. "What's that?" I asked.
"The food here. isn't. that. great," he answered.
Today when a therapy dog wandered into his room to say hello, Dad said, "Therapy dog? That dog's in therapy?"
We're grateful that he's hanging in there and that the prognosis is good. Meanwhile, I'd like to wish you all a Merry Christmas. I'll start blogging again after New Year's. Thanks so much for reading and responding. You bless me.