As I trawl through my feedreader and my facebook and twitter feeds I see all my friends showing off their shiny new toys, and I feel happy for them.
And hell, I got some lovely things too.
MPS and I got our iPad pros super early and Maddie and Steven gave us their sister present the new Apple TV and some awesome smellies from Lush and some gorgeous PJ pants from Peter Alexander. Too gave me a couple of adorable throw pillows to remind me to slow the motherfuck down, and Boo gave me a present that, as I opened it he yelled across the room ‘I will give you a hint, it is a lamp’ and I love it.
Lovely, lovely presents. I was thoroughly spoiled.
The Christmas table was set and the meal was enjoyed.
The day was all a blur.
Because someone wasn’t there.
My Dad. Still in Critical Care. Still very ill.
But today, OMG YOU GUYS… TODAY! I buzzed the buzzer like I have done every day like it feels like a lifetime,
(that sign says you need to buzz before you enter and sit and wait, and wait 15 minutes before buzzing again. Some days it has been half an hour before a response. Terrifying. But you wait because it is critical care… I don’t even want to think about it)
and the nurses are greeting me by name and he was sitting in a chair and fixing his damn hair…
Hang on. I have something in my eye. Talk amongst yourself for a second.
He has had jelly. And some broth. And black tea (not worth it apparently) and will be starting on soft solids tomorrow.
He has requested ‘soft steak’ and when they laughed and said he needed to eat something light he said ‘light steak then’.
My Daddy is back. OMG that fucking thing is in my eye again.
Hopefully tomorrow they will be moving him to the wards. Depending on how he goes with food.
We don’t know what he knows yet, and right now that is not important, the Lymphoma cannot be confirmed until a biopsy and I am choosing to Scarlett O’Hara that shit.
Last Tuesday I was sitting at work and no one was returning my calls or texts and I was CONVINCED that it was because they were all waiting for me at home to tell me he was gone. He was that sick. Now he is off most of his machines and they are talking about ‘when he goes home’.
Thank you Santa.
Best Christmas present EVER.