Here we sit in the hospital room waiting. Again. Got about four hours sleep last night. We walked into the hospital at 6am, and Dad was awake and talking. He knew who I was and he knew who Drew was. We got to see him a few minutes before they took him to the holding area.
After talking to the neurosurgeon yesterday, I do feel better about this surgery. But not great. Much has happened and Dad has gone down a good bit. He IS slowly climbing back up, but I am getting the feeling I might have my sights set too high for his potential recovery.
On the other hand, ONLY GOD KNOWS what will happen here. HE is the Great Physician. This IS one of those things I need to trust to His care. It just gets a lot tougher to do that when it is your dad ….
The Random Thinker 
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