I am in the room with my father now. And he looks peaceful. Occasionally a nurse or doctor comes in to move a tube or give him more medicine. He moves in protest. You hope it is because he knows we are here, but the nurse tells you that it is reactionary movement. Still that voice inside of you wants to yell out wake up, Yet he does not. Still I have faith that he hears us and hears all of your love as you yell out with us in prayer. As a family we are sitting around reminiscing about the whale tales we all have.
Today is a day filled with tests and meetings. My dad will get an EEG test this morning to measure brain activity. This will be compared with the same test yesterday. Pray for an improvement to show up on the test. He will also get a an MRI to see where his brain has moved to, and if it has recovered to where it was before the accident. We will have a meeting early afternoon with the neurological surgeon, to discuss my fathers progress to this point.
This morning one of the doctors that original checked my dad on Sunday when he came in said there was slight improvement, but not the improvement they would want to this point. Still we believe God is bigger than medicine. We are thankful for the progress that has come. They said his pupils were now the same size. And it appears that he is trying to swallow. All slight improvements.
Please pray for our family as we all are beginning to grasp the long Road ahead to recovery. We have faith in a great God and know he will get better despite what a test or doctor says. My father is fighter.
This morning Whitney read him one of his favorite poem by Robert Frost. Two roads diverge in the yellow wood … I took the one less traveled. That is my dad. Always the explorer, always the traveler, always willing to go where others had not gone. He is a good man, no he is a great man. And I am honored to be a son of whale.