Friday’s night’s hanging out at bedside with Dad was a pretty quiet
affair — it was just me and him in a darkened room in the Intensive
Saturday’s visit was completely different. I arrived in the afternoon
to find the room filled with people: Mom, my sister Eileen, my Aunt
Beth, who’d flown in from the Philippines the day before, and Letty, a
friend of the family. Dad’s bed was set so that he could sit upright,
and Eileen was spooning him some soup. He asked for some hot chocolate.
He seemed better, even making his usual observational and irreverent
Someone mentioned that Aunt Beth (who is one of Dad’s younger sisters)
is Dad’s guardian angel. Every time his health takes a turn for the
worse, she comes over, and within a day or two, he gets better. Kudos
to her for leaving Manila (where the weather seems pretty nice right now) for Toronto, where we’ve been enduring temperatures of -25 degrees C
(-13 degrees F). Perhaps her visit, combined with some antibiotics, and
the removal of a blood clot and a couple of infected, unsalavageable
toes, made the difference.
I’m sure your kind words and prayers also helped. Thanks to everyone who wrote in via comments and email. You’re great people.