On Monday morning I found Dad unconscious on his bed and in a bad way. Its a scene I will never forget. I called for an ambulance and we rushed him to hospital with the whole flashing lights and sirens going. He was in Resusitation for an hour before anyone would tell me what was going on.
They believe he suffered a fall, either before or during a Ischemic Stroke. I did not see him over the weekend and boy do I feel bad about that. The last person to see him walking about was the Ocupational health team who came to discuss him having a carer to come in and help with the personal hygiene side of things and that was on Friday. From the look of things he had been in that colapsed state all weekend.
He has never regained consciousness, and we have been told that its unlikely he will and to prepare for the worst. They are keeping him pain free and comfortable and that is all they can do. So I guess we play the waiting game now. It seems that the Cancer might not be the thing to take him in then end but the results of the stroke.
I am a wreck, everytime I close my eyes I see him lying there on the bed where I found him. I have been to the hospital every day and stayed all night monday. I feel sick everytime I have to walk into the room where he is. This could go on for some time until he finally decides its time to go. I hope I can get through this.............
