My step father has been in my life for about 20 years and has always done more than my real father did, and with less to work with. Of course we bumped heads, competing for attention and being the typical idiot teenager. At age 13 I had to tell my step dad that his son had been killed in a wreck while out of town, and things were never the same. My dad suffers from Crohns disease and diabetes. He has struggled day by day and has grown so week as the years have passed by, becoming only a fragment of a man I first met. Right after Thanksgiving, the call was made and a match was made for a Pancreas and Kidney.Now I am sorry to say that 7 weeks later, still in ICU, he has surgically lost his new pancreas that was infecting his body, his kidney is barely functioning, and his body is full of one infection after another, all resisting the strongest of antibiotics, which, if you have a medical back ground causes its own problems. We spoke to his surgeon the other nigh, and his chances of survival are now down to 80/20, a heartbreaking reality, but believable every time i walk into that room with gloves and a gown and see no life left in his body, except for the temporary spasms that my mom always wants to believe is him acknowledging her, which is okay. I'll let her hold on to that. That"s it, so much easier to type it than have a phone conversation or to explain it to a caring friend, although I know they mean nothing but the best, but I"m truly spent.
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