I got a call from Laura and one from Ally, a social worker with Fraser Health. I was out cycling and missed their call.
He was in hospital today for a fever – Laura thought it best to have him brought in – and is back home (or should be by now).
I called Ally back, and she told me that doctors really don’t know just how much longer Father has. I guess it’s her job to keep me informed. Laura told her that she keeps me informed all the time. This is true now but only since my last visit a couple of weeks ago. Before that, nothing. Nonetheless, I’m informed now.
Anyway, Ally said he wasn’t getting ‘treatment’ per se but, rather, pain control to keep him comfortable for ‘however much time he has left’. She tried to speculate as to how much time that was. I suppose many people as that question. If you’re The Lord, then yes you might give it a shot. But we really have no accurate idea. So I just told her that I knew he was slipping fast last time I saw him. I said that it only matters if someone is looking after him (Laura) and that he’s not in any pain, is comfortable. Time isn’t the important factor here.
He’s lost half his hair and is very quiet. Laura says he hardly says a peep, but Laura walked into his room at the hospital, and he looked directly at her. He knows. At home, Cash licked his leg, and he didn’t cuss at him like he didn’t know him like last time, so that’s good.
This is the first time Laura stated that he doesn’t have much time left. She has always been of the mind (outwardly, at least) that he’ll pull though … somehow. This time isn’t one of those times. He asked Laura to pray and tell The Lord to bless him. Only very few times in my life have I heard him refer to The Lord.
Keep him in your prayers, please.