Visiting the Hospital

Well, yesterday my husband and I got to go up to the hospital to visit his dad again. (Brad drove this time:0)

Tiffany came to watch the kids-- nine kids and two dogs, poor girl. But by the sounds of it, It was loud but they all cooperated and had fun. Tiffany played pool (and won) although Josh tried to claim the victory. A few bumps and bruises, but what do you expect with so much going on.

I really appreciated her doing that for me, it was not easy I am sure.

My father in law (Jim) is doing better. He can't talk, or swallow or move really, but his condition is better. He does not seem to talk to anyone but Brad or I. When I say talk, I mean he grunts, or mumbles so bad you can't understand him. But we had him laughing so hard I thought he was going to cry. He does understand us. I let him hear a recording of Kayla playing the piano (it was on brad's phone). He listened intently. I hated to leave him. Things could still go wrong. Before all this happened, he was already chair bound, could not walk across the house without trouble. His lungs are almost to nothing. There is nothing they can do for him because they are too far gone. So while he is in the hospital getting better, he could still just stop breathing just because... So seeing him happy (even though not himself) was a great blessing to me. He will probably go to a nursing home for a while for therapy for everything. They say he may not get to 100% but he will make some recovery.

Thanks Tiffany for your great sacrifice.