A year ago today I almost lost my dad. After his brain surgery the surgeon didn't give us much hope. He said that if he happened to even survive then he probably wouldn't be able to talk, see, walk or remember things. He said that the next 24 hours was critical. He made it through the night. Time was going by so slowly and they kept him in a medically induced coma for 2 days. My sister and I were in such shock because my dad had never been sick, he had always been very active and healthy. He was our rock and to think that he might be taken away from us was unimaginable.
During the second day even though they still had him in a coma he began to wake up. They kept giving him a stronger dose to keep him sedated but he fought it. He even pulled the breathing tube out of his throat (we weren't too happy about that b/c it happened when my sister had to leave for quiet time and the nurse was supposed to be watching him). We always have bad experiences at hospitals. That one was the worst the entire time we were in ICU. Anyways, he was supposed to have the tube removed that day anyways so I got to the hospital super early so I could be there when they took it out. They were supposed to come and get us in the waiting room when they took it out but they never came and finally we were able to get in by someone that was leaving.
When we got there the tube was out and he was trying to get out of the bed and the nurse was no where to be found. I was so mad because he had no idea what was going on and she didn't even come and get us to tell us what happened. She wasn't expecting us to be there and she tried to make up an excuse. I just ignored her because I had become very happy when I realized that he still knew who we were. He could talk, remember and see us. The next day he got up and walked, they were all amazed at his progress.
God is great and miracles do happen. God still has plans for him and we are so blessed to have him in our lives. He isn't the same as he used to be and he still has some challenges to overcome but I am praying that God will continue to heal him. I cherish every moment that I have with him as well as my entire family. Cherish your family today because you never know if they will be here tomorrow.
*This is not a sponsored post. I am sharing a personal experience that has happened in my life. All the opinions are mine and if you choose to take my advice that I have given it is totally your choice.