So it's 5a.m. in the Lahey Clinic and Dad is finally on the same floor as me, I did sleep for four hours straight after the 900th time of asking the nurses if he was ok, since I only got to see him for a short bit earlier. So I decided to Grab Alaris my Bartender and have a nurse walk with me to my father's room to share New Years Day at 5am. The Nurse tells me O you can go anywhere you like with out asking us..Really!?! my eyes are rolling around my head and I am wearing a "Fall Risk" bracelet but hey ok...with a good mix of Diloted and Adavan I stumble to Dad's side of the world. They kept us apart to so we would have to walk to each other. Dad and I had a chit chat and for the first time in 39 years I felt like I was 4 all over again. I found the smallest space in bed next to my Dad in the crook of his arm and we cried, not sure for what or why, but we did. We kept telling each other not to cry cause holy hot mess it HURT!!! He calls me his Hero, not so sure how I feel about such a title,sort does not fit because well he would have done it for me. Needless to say between the pain and the drugs I dragged ass back to my side of the world, where screamer lady finally shut up and went to sleep. New Years Day was in my opinion a Beautiful Blurr.
Hi Mellie, I just wanted to let you know that I have enjoyed reading your blog. I can certainly relate your stories because in 2007 I received a transplant at the Lahey Clinic receiving 60% of my brother's liver. Unfortunately for me the liver did not take and I received a 2nd translant about 3 1/2 weeks later. Although my brother's liver did not take I will never forget this gift and this act of unselfishness. I am happy say that he did well and was actually released from the hospital about a week after the first transplant. Oh, and you are right, Denise is pretty cool as is most of the doctors and nurses. I look forward to reading more of your blogs in the future. I am sorry to hear that your dad has had some setbacks but I hope he continues to get better.
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