Let’s play Silent Assumption. If I go silent here, assume things are bad. As in, Last week, Dad was back in CCU for the bulk of it. If you notice me not blogging, and you are a you who prays, my silence is an excellent indication that it is time to throw in a word for Bob Jackson.
But oh look, here I am again. NOT silent, so assume Dad is home now and doing well, on a new cocktail of drugs that may, this time, please God, make his heart go properly on pumping his blood through all his wonderful pieces.
They put him on this experimental drug I am calling The Japanese Goat Medicine, because it is experimental, and because the doc said, “Oh, it has had great results in Japan,” and I said, “On PEOPLE? Or more like on GOATS?”
On people, but still. The label says WARNING: MAY CAUSE PREMATURE DEATH.
Oh, you don’t say. When you are taking meds like this, that “may cause premature death,” it’s a risk v/s benfit thing. You don’t snack up on some drugs that may cause premature death to fix your hangnail. I get that, and they seem to be WORKING…but.
I STILL hate the language! It makes me go, So is the hope is that they will instead cause POST-mature death? But maybe that is right. You take a dangerous drug, but it may well extend life past your expiration date. The label scares me, but I’ll tell you…my dad is who he is.
Ranger Bob, after this last stint in the CCU told me, “Well I almost gave up, because I am very tired of this, but now I have decided not to.”
My dad has decided not to die before, more than once—he decided it while deep in a bunker with two armed men determined to kill him. He decided it when he was diagnosed with fatal blood cancer over 30 years ago…and he is still here. As my brother has said, over and over since this began, “No one ever got rich betting against Bob Jackson.” My father’s heart, broken and tired and wounded as it is, is just SO very mighty.
And yes, this is a losing game. I mean, we are all on earth. NO ONE here gets out alive. But Daddy has said, “Not just yet.”
I believe him.
Look up at that picture Scott took…Do you SEE that brave (or stupid? Or brilliant glass-understanding, or unaware) little bird in the feeder? Does he not SEE Mango? Or is he like, MEH THAT CAT HAS BEEN TRYING TO GET ME THROUGH THIS GLASS FOR WEEKS NOW TO NO AVAIL. MIGHT AS WELL GORGE MYSELF and be happy. *BURP*
Me, too, Bird. No cats here.