The past 3 weeks…

I have been at home in Ireland for the past 3 weeks. I have had the most stressful time. Let me tell you what has happened to my family.

Sunday three weeks ago I was sitting in the drive through for Starbucks when my phone rang. It was my sister, Joanne. She said that daddy was sick. He had blood on his brain, but they did not know how bad it was. She would call back later.
Stunned, i drove home and waited for another call. The next call was worse, he was in beaumont hospital. He was going to have an angiogram in the morning and I was not to come home yet because it might not be too serious.

The next day, Joanne calls. She says that the doctors cannot fix this simply and I need to come home. After a lot of panicking and debating, I got on a plan on Tuesday morning and went home.

Wednesday morning, I get home and go straight to the hospital from the airport. I saw my father. He could not talk, move or really communicate. Once home, I got the full story from my family on his condition. He had had two huge brain hemmorages and he had to have surgery to clip his brain to stop the bleeding. The problem was, he was a bleeder, so the surgery was cancelled for another week so the doctors could examine his blood and add the factor that was missing in it so that he did not bleed to death on the operating table.

a week later, he goes into surgery, we are all very relived it is almost over. Once surgery was over, Dr. Lynch comes in and says that he is being stitched up and we can go and see him in a couple of hours. After waiting for him for 10 hours already, we decide to go and get something to eat and then come back in time to see him in recovery. we come back 2 hours later and the surgeon comes in.

He tells us that daddy did not wake up after the surgery, he tells us that he has had another brain hemmorage and he has had a hemmorage stroke. He has to rush him back into surgery. We wait, terrified, convinced he is dead. 3am comes and daddy is rolled into the intensive care unit. We are allowed to see him.

ill never forget what I saw. He was in a coma, he is still in a coma. Its been 3 weeks and he is still in a coma. He is completely paralysed on his left side and he is still on life support. Everytime they take him off the life support, he breathes on his own for a little while and then starts to tire and stops. They may have to do a tracheometry (the tubes in the throath for the rest of his life) and we have no idea what his brain damage is until he wakes up.

I was in Ireland for 3 weeks, and I had to come back to the USA on Sunday because I had to go back to work. I hate being here right now. I feel like I should be there, I want to be there. I want to hold his hand and kiss him and look after my mam…

I can’t belive this has happened…