I'm sure you've noticed the lack of activity going on here. It's been a difficult month. There's an even more difficult battle in my heart on what to share with the world. As a professional writer, I constantly broadcast the stories of people I don't even know. However anyone could tell you it's quite different when it comes to publicizing your own personal life... much less that of a loved one. But the more I think about it, the more I want to share my love for my family. And I can only hope those involved understand.
With that being said, many of you know that I am an only child. I now have two great step-siblings, but for the first 10+ years of my life, it was just me, my Mom, and my Dad. Just us three. I don't remember too much of my childhood, but from what I can recall, I thought life was pretty perfect. So, you know, I was a typical spoiled brat who thought our family was perfect the way it was.
|My Father & I in pure 90's fashion|
Looking back & hearing stories of my teen years helped me realize that fact was entirely a figment of my imagination. I had a lot of uncalled for anger towards my Dad. Especially after he remarried & took in a girl my age into his home. I care a lot about my step mother and sister, but let's face it, I was incredibly jealous. I was also self-centered. I can't recall all the occasions where I claimed my Dad disowned me, but it was incorrect and an inappropriate attack towards a man who tried his best to care for his family the best he could.
That appears to be a recurring theme as I grew older. Between that and a few other issues, I became very bitter and built a wall to cut off anyone who cared for me. It took meeting my future husband to really tackle all my burdens. After that I began an attempt to patch things up with my Dad. I tried to "prove" my worth to my parents through accomplishments. I cannot tell you how many times my parents told me how proud they were of me, but it was never enough. It never secured some loose ends that appeared to never go away.
|Dad & me at my college graduation in 2008.|
|My Aunt, Father, Grandmother & Me. We only saw each other 2-3 times a year.|
A very long story short, we eventually found out that Dad had acute myeloid leukemia also known as AML. That made it incredibly difficult for his body to fight off his infection. He was eventually given a breathing tube and placed in a medically induced coma. During that time he had quite a few complications and had some critical moments. There was even a night we didn't know if he would make it. Thankfully by this time he was in a hospital in Chicago and had amazing care. And he fought. Sure he was in a deep slumber, but he fought tooth and nail to get better. Slowly the machines keeping him alive could be removed. First a nitric oxide machine... then a few IV's... then one of our biggest moments: the ventilator. We were nervous at first. They tried removing the breathing tube before and it did not go well. But this time we took our time & he received some extra medications. He's now been strongly breathing on his own for five days! He's getting healthier too. We now await for him to "wake up" from his medically induced coma. Since he was down for about two weeks, it's taking a long time for the sedatives to get out of his system. But I'm writing this on the day a nurse tells me that he's starting to follow simple commands! He will soon receive treatment needed to remove the AML. His doctors sound very confident that he will soon be in remission!
This whole ordeal taught us to take small steps and celebrate what we are given. It's also gotten me to really think about my relationship with my Father. I took three sudden trips to see him in three different hospitals. During those times I stayed as long as I could. I held his hand, spoke with him, sang to him, and rubbed lotion on his hands. My Dad may not have done much during these visits, but those long hours allowed him to break down the walls I built to keep him out of my heart. My family also helped me realize how important I am to him. I don't know why it took all of this to have those words finally sink in: "my Dad loves me." And that love is absolute. It may not be the glamorous relationship you see in the movies, but I adore my Father and I mean the world to him. I'm a Daddy's girl in my own way.
I also discovered my own faults. My Dad never left me but I pushed him away again and again. For so long I wanted him to accept me but I never accepted his way of showing he loved me. I'll admit there was a moment I cried, begging for him to forgive me & for God to allow me to repair the mess I've caused. Thankfully it appears I will have more time with my Superman of a Father.
Dad, this photo is in hope that you not only beat that nasty AML, but you'll be well enough to read this soon. I love you so much. I cannot wait for you to heal & playfully (I hope) scold me for writing this.
If you'd like to keep up with my Father's progress or sign the guestbook for him & my family, here's a link to his caring bridge page.