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My father came home last Tuesday out of the blue. I was at work and the attending nurse called me and said "Guess what? Your father is coming home, aren't you excited?" I was not too thrilled because she basically implied that she expected me to come get him right away--even though I was at work. So I feel the pure pressure in my office from some of my co-workers and ask my boss to leave early. I arrive at the Loma Linda V.A. Hospital and they are like, Woops, sorry, we said we would have him discharged right away, but we will do our best to make sure we get him out ASAP. So instead of telling me over the phone that it would take roughly 5 hours to discharge him, they call me in a tone of immediacy. Makes you wonder if they even care. So I ended up leaving work at 2pm, and didn't get out of the hospital until 7:30pm`ish.

So now that my father is at home, he's basically had to learn how to feed himself through this tube which is hooked upto his stomach which you can see the tube right beneath where his rib cage meets. His voice is not slurred, he does not fall down when walking--aided by a cane. He is basically totally normal except for the fact that his oesophagus is paralysed. Makes you wonder if there were such a thing as a god, if such a person existed what a sick joke he played on my dad. Being able to feed yourself, being able to feel and taste the food in which you eat is one of the few pleasures people on this earth experience on a daily basis. To take this pleasure away is paramount to spiting a persons existence. Nonetheless my father seems to be dealing with it in a somewhat appropriate way. He is still trying to eat candies and stuff which he can suck on, but realises that it will cause him to cough profusely and be generally miserable. I don't know how he does it. He's had 1 heart attack, 3 bouts with cancer, and now a stroke, what next? Oh, I know, he will get struck by lightening. Then maybe we can say he was truly just unlucky.

Looks like my dad suffered a small stroke. Basically he has paralysis of his esophagus and this is preventing him from being able to eat anything at all including drink anything at all. Makes one wonder, the quality of his life from now on will definitely only go down, this will definitely effect his immunity to many different illnesses such as the common flue which could possibly kill him if he ever gets sick again. He will have to be hospitalized because the mucus will no longer just go down into his stomach. More updates later.

So, it appears that my father is fairly sick. Started last week when he had a horrible sinus infection, then his bottom started to hurt and was under the impression it was sciatica, found out it was just a compressed disk, and he received antibiotics, prednisone for his sinuses and vicodine for his compressed disk. Yesterday I had to take him to the hospital because he was practically chocking on his own mucus and he couldn't keep anything down(kept vomiting). I don't know how people deal with this kind of emotion. It's very melancholy. I guess everybody eventually goes through this. I just find it incredibly depressing because if this puts him under, he will have passed away younger than my grandfather who was never in any physical shape in his life. Who passed away from Pancreatic Cancer when he was only 62, my father is only 54, "The good ones die young" seems to come to mind.

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