Thoughts about my dad's health ... for today

Everything with my dad has been so up and down. He can be really horrible, and we think he's at death's door ... and then he perks up.

Last night, he took a bad turn — of weakness and confusion.

This morning, he was even worse. He hasn't been able to walk today. He hasn't made any sense at all. He couldn't hold cups to drink; he couldn't drink. He couldn't swallow meds. And he hurt.

And now, he's been asleep all day.

Kim and Dorsey keep saying, "But ... but ..."

I'm not. Forgive me, but I'm not thinking positively.

I know his hemoglobin has continued to decline. His legs have signs of the platelets in his skin ...

And this is morbid ... I've read and heard the impending signs of death.

I'm just trying to get prepared.

At this point, Kim and I are giving it one more day to decide whether to move his bed into the den to be with us — because it appears he has approached or is quickly approaching being unable to get up. (It took 15 minutes for Dorsey and Jordie to get him up to a wheelchair this morning.)

And if we don't move the bed, the next question is whether to take him to BSA Hospice.

We just don't know, but as history in this deal has shown us, the answers become clear when they need to.

Tomorrow, if I post that all is well again today, you can just laugh at me. It's okay.

I don't know what the heck to expect anymore.