Well, I certainly didn't think that I would be posting from the ICU waiting room at 4:30am on Sunday. What a day Saturday was. I was all ready to post about Pride and the overwhelming feelings left from it, but here I am, in the ICU waiting room, waiting with my Grandmother while my Grandfather fights for his life. They arrived here in Syracuse on Sat. and brought my Grandfather right to the ER. He's had a least one mild heart attack on the way up here and another moderate/severe on once they got him here. The next 24-48 hours are critical for him.
It's almost surreal sitting here. Who would have thought that there would be a computer in the waiting room where I could sit and write. I have so many things to write about, but my mind is still in emergency mode...Saturday was the most emotional day that I have ever, ever been though.
Please, if you pray, please say a prayer for my Grandfather. Pray for the team of doctors that are working around the clock to save his life. Pray that he stay's comfortable. And if that isn't enough prayers, please, pray for my family that we continue to have the strength to hold each other as we journey through this together.
UPDATE - 6pm. Grandpa ate some fruit and some lunch. That is the good news. The bad news is that he is spitting up blood. They are trying to find out if he has a blood clot on his lung(s). They can't do a lot of the tests that they need to to get answers because of his diminished organ functioning. He looks so sick. It's so hard to see my once strong and robust Grandfather look so sick and fragile. Prayers continue to be accepted and are working. The minister from our church was up last night (Thank you so much Kathleen) and provided much needed comfort to us all. I am tired, but did get a nap after church this morning. I got some very nice comments about the article I wrote and was feeling proud to have the courage to write what I did. I still need to do a lot of processing about Pride. The rabid protesters were out in force and really upset Gillian. She was mostly upset with then saying that we (meaning Cheryl and I) were going to Hell because we are gay. Our minister, Kathleen has agreed to talk with Gillian about this and try and calm her fears. I hate that they got to my child this way, but I am proud that she stood up to them and marched proudly when givin the option to sit it out. I will write more when I get some sleep. Thanks again everyone for your prayers and good thoughts.