We came home last night from Victoria with some cause for optimism from the medical staff. Dad's heart rhythm is getting stronger -- although he developed some irregularity Sunday night, so they put him on a blood thinner; his blood pressure is increasing, although still on the low side; and his kidneys are starting to make a comeback. He was moved out of Coronary Care Unit and into a "regular" ward, which means the doctors don't think he needs the intensive care he was getting in CCU.
Today, the social worker at the hospital called and told me they're considering discharging dad next week some time, and suggesting I give some thought to the things he'll need so he can get on with life.
My son, Aidan, put it quite succinctly on Wednesday: "it's not his time yet".
There's certainly a lot more woods to go through before we can say dad's out of them, but this is very encouraging news -- and I give thanks to God and to you-all for your prayers. One thing I've learned through this has been the value of simply saying to someone, "I'm thinking about (praying for) you" or "if there's anything I can do ..." Sometimes you don't realize how much it means until you're on the receiving end ... so thank you ... it really means a lot.
And lift Aidan and Hannah up in prayer, too: they've always been close to their grandpa.
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