fosteronfilm's mom called yesterday. His dad's in the hospital again. It's not good. He simply can't get enough oxygen into his system between his lung and heart problems, and there's nothing they can do for him. It sounds like they're just trying to make him as comfortable as they can, hooking him up to oxygen, and hoping that he rallies again.
Matthew thinks that we might be making a trip up to Illinois soon.
I'm filled with dread every time I hear the phone ring. I've never lost someone really close to me before, someone I love, a parent or dear friend. And my dad-in-law is all of those things to me. I started having a meltdown last night. I'm so not going to be of any use to Matthew. He's going to have to end up comforting me instead of the other way around.
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I can't imagine what it's like to possibly lose a parent. I was in freak-out-anxiety mode when my mom had her heart surgery, but that was knowing she was in otherwise excellent health.
Sending you and Matthew and his dad good thoughts for healing and comfort.
Good thoughts heading his way - being breathing impaired myself, I sympathize with him and hope for the best.
Good thoughts to you as well - having just gone through a fatal illness with my own father not two months ago, I can reiterate the "hope for the best" for you as well and add that, at the same time, plan for the worst. As my dad said, "Hey, I might even live through this!"
We are at a spot right now where the phone ringing could mean a new niece/nephew, or it could mean a death in the family. Or, y'know, it could mean someone trying to sell us siding. The uncertainty is a bit tense.
I hope things go as well as possible for your family.