My dad

Well, most of you are probably aware that my dad is at St. Anthony's Hospital right now. I know he hasn't been feeling well for the past few weeks. When he told me that he was coming home to go to the doctor, I really knew that he felt bad because my dad doesn't like going to the doctor, and usually my mom and I have to push him to go when he's sick. He's always working so much and just doesn't go. The past week, I knew he was feeling pretty bad because I could hear it in his voice when I'd call him.

So he went to the doctor on Tuesday and they did four tests. At that point in time, they thought he may have food poisoning. The doctor gave him something to help him feel a little better until they got the test results back and found out what was wrong. My dad has been calling to see about his test results and only one has come back so far. They tested him for E Coli and he doesn't have that. His doctor told him that if he didn't feel any better by morning (this morning) to go to the ER because he'd be dehydrated. So... I called this morning and around 11:00'ish, my mom took my dad to St. Anthony's. Since then, they've done more tests. They thought he may have mononucleosis, but the test came back for that and he doesn't have mono. They did a cat scan on his stomach. They found a spot on his liver, so apparently they're doing more testing to see what that is about. They've got a GI specialist coming in tomorrow morning to do a colonoscopy (I don't know if I spelled that right) to check his colon (obviously, lol). So, all he can eat is jello and all he can drink is white soda. My mom said that he's been sleeping a lot since he got home on Tuesday. They've re-hydrated him. And he's finally in a room, which is actually a private room. A few hours ago, he finally got to go outside and smoke, so I know that made him happy. lol My mom brought up his computer to keep him busy, but he doesn't have an internet connection in his room, so he's bummed about that.

I've talked to my mom nearly ten times today, I think. Needless to say I'm worried, even though I'm trying not to let my dad hear that in my voice when I talk to him. I talked to my mom about 4:30...and as soon as I get news, I've been relaying it to Jason, who's been trying to comfort me. And finally I just started crying, and he grabbed my hand and looked at me and said, "If you need to go home, just let me know." I wanted to go home and see my dad. I called my mom first though, to see what her opinion was. She thought that things were okay for now and she said she'd call me if anything gets really serious, since we're the farthest away. But she didn't see a need right now. So, in a way, it made me feel better knowing that things are seeming to be okay. I just really hope they find out what's wrong with him soon so they can treat him and he can get out of the hospital.

So I'm trying to remain calm until we find out what's going on. It's almost 11:00pm and hopefully he's getting some sleep. I hope everyone is praying for him. It's difficult knowing that my grandma, brother, sister n law, nephew, aunt and uncle have all been up at the hospital today and I feel so far away that I couldn't be there. He knows that I love him and that I'm thinking about him, so I hope that's enough. I'm praying for you dad, I love you.

-Cole-