Day 5

It is day 5 of the hospital vigil for the Grumpy Old Man. I never thought I would say that I am happy to have spent 5 days in the hospital but when you have a critically ill loved one, you pray for another minute, another hour, another day. With each passing hour, we all try to will his body to fight-if our mental energy that is being expended could heal him, I guarantee you that he would be walking out the door of the hospital today. But it can't. So we wait, we pray, and we beg the blood in his body to stop fighting itself and start regenerating. We have been fortunate enough to be able to rent a room at this hospital's version of a Ronald McDonald house for grown-ups. McGyver won't leave his dad's room to sleep but it has allowed me, Dreamsicle and some other family members some respite each day.

And so the vigil continues...