Last time I wrote, it was a very scary time. And then it became a very busy time. My dad's surgery went well, but recovery was pure hell. As it turned out, there were two holes in his intestine and they had to remove over 4 feet. So for the past 6 months, we've watched him go from extremely confused patient to mostly independent and functioning man again.
It it still strange to me to be a "child" who is having to care for a parent. The first couple of months were very hard. My mom and I spent every day running between work and the hospital or rehab center. I was also going between my full-time job (40 hours), my part-time job (25 hours), and running home to take 2 dogs out on a regular basis. It was overwhelming. To the degree of not knowing that I looked like CRAP! Seeing pictures from that time is kind of funny now that I've somewhat caught up on sleep again.
But life has not gone back to "normal". A situation like that can never actually go back. There is a new normal where my dad is just not the person he used to be. He can't always remember words or even memories. He is very selfish and his needs/wants come before everyone else's. He healed enough to take care of the dogs during the day, but only to the degree that he feels like it. It's hard. It's hard on my mom and it's hard on me.
Life as we knew it changed, and life as we know it is going to change again. Dad just got cleared to have surgery again...to REPAIR what they took apart before! It's very exciting. But I will admit that I'm scared of what will change again. I don't want him to get worse from whatever meds they have to put him on again. Hopefully, though, it will be a much easier recovery and things will get better and better. At least, I hope so. Fingers crossed!