Last three days my dad hasn't said a word to me.
He's awake, fully aware. But words and reactions are rare.
I just stare into his eyes and talk to him, but he says nothing. Occasionally, I'll get a grin. His grin says 1,000 words to me.
I've been recording our interactions lately, or what turns out to be the lack thereof.
I really don't know what to do. There is no instruction manual to this. It's truly taking a lantern into the unknown. Every week it's something different. Just when I think it can't get worse, it does.
In the last almost four months, my dad has lost 92lbs. He's weighing 126lbs. For that entire timeframe he's either been in ICU, Rehabilation hospital, nursing home, or on a medi-flight.
They believe my father currently has either an infection or pneumonia. He will likely be back at OU Medical sometime soon as they await blood tests. He had a fever of 102 last night and refusing to eat or communicate. Doctor believe he's in pain but due to the trauma stresses on his brain he doesn't know his body is in pain.
I know this post isn't the best, it's tougher to write it, but this is currently where we are. Thank you for your continued support of my dad's battle.
Glioblastoma is evil shit. It defines 'heartbreakingly debilitating.' But we keep fighting. It will not break us. We'll never give up.
September 9th at The Golden Gate Bridge. Aiming to become the first to bodyweight lunge the bridge, down and back 3.4 miles. The world will hear my roar for a great man I get to call dad.