Ever since dad has been sick, which has been pretty much my entire life, I always get asked the same question. "Hey Sandi, how is your dad doing?" or " Sandi, how is dad feeling, any better?" In my 26 years of life I have never been asked a question that was any harder than that one. Usually I am able to give some sort of answer, but now, it is so hard. I am asked that question a few times a week, sometimes every day, and I actually pause, look around and say, " He is doing okay, I guess, the best he can." I am not even sure if that fully answers the question, but I don't know any other way to respond. I usually look at Chris for some sort of reassurance when I go to answer. He just looks at me and smiles because he knows what I am thinking, how in the world do we actually answer that without fully expressing every emotion dad is feeling at this very moment.
I mean come on people, ask yourself this, how would you feel knowing that at any moment you could receive a phone call with the news that will change your life forever? My dad and my family live each day for every second we are given. Seriously. We live second to second, not minute to minute or hour to hour. It is by the seconds because a second can make a big difference.
I know people care and they honestly are concerned for dad, but it is so hard for me to fully answer this question without a little hesitation. I can answer that dad is doing okay, but I know deep down inside, he really isn't. Ok, so dad seems to be steady for the most part health wise, but inside he is struggling with the unknown. The hard part is that I can answer he is doing okay today, but tomorrow the whole world can change. Dad is not like you or I, his body is so fragile, so quick to breakdown. Along with not knowing when the phone will ring with the call, we have no idea how long dad will last at this status. We have no idea when dad will get sick again and end up back in the hospital.
Dad had a sinus infection last week and it took a toll on his body. It is so hard to watch. I saw my dad doing some things he did when he was in the hospital a few months ago. Taking breaks walking up three steps, not completing a sentence because he needs to catch his breath, coughing to the point of no words and just the look in his face, it is different. It breaks my heart when I have to just wait for him to catch his breath or get through his coughing fit to finish his sentence. The worst is when he asks me, "Sandi, what do you think? Do you think it is just from my sinus infection or do you think it is my heart?" Well, I have to be honest, this is the
HARDEST question my father has ever asked me because I have to be honest with him. I am scared, I fear for the worst always because I know nothing else. Like I told dad, " We know what is going to happen, there are no surprises anymore. You are going to get a new heart, so if your heart is getting weaker it is actually okay this time, we are ready."
So this is just a little taste of why it is so hard to answer the impossible question, "Hey Sandi, how is your dad doing?" or " Sandi, how is dad feeling, any better?" I guess I just want to scream every time because I know my dad is struggling and is scared and there is nothing I can do about it. All I can do is wait a second, look around and answer with, "He is doing okay." When really I want to answer, "He is doing great because I took away his pain and he is no longer suffering." My dad has always been my hero and has been there for me every step of the way, I just wish I could do the same for him, but this is so much bigger than me and it breaks my heart.
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