Settling In

After struggling with Papa's condition for the past 2 over months, we seem to be sort of settling into a sort of normalcy. A trip to the hospital during some part of week has become sort of a norm...we even manage to schedule shopping trips and a decent meal at a nice restaurant in between visits to the hospital. It has been an extremely stressful period for my mum and I, one that I wish that I will not need to go through again.

We have accepted the fact that Papa will never recover from his condition, and that he may eventually die from one of these complications. What we can hope and pray for is that his condition will remain stable, and he is comfortable and not in any pain. He is presently still in Isolation, having just recovered from a bout of Shingles. His speech is slurred though he is alert most of the time.

There are good days and there are bad days. There are days where Papa isn't in the best of moods. He is cranky and grouchy, he refuses to eat or talk, and when he does, he harps about us not bringing him home . But there are good days too...where he relishes in the joy of his imaginary world of elephants, istanas and luxurious apartments by the Harbourfront.

Whatver it is, its in god's hands now...