A Slight Hiccup

Since the beginning of the week was so eventful, Wednesday and Thursday Pop spent playing catch-up. He slept a lot, and was able to just keep the nausea at bay. He was able to make it to the porch a few times to soak-up some rays, and to watch the pair of Baltimore Orioles that have made their home at the farm. It is amazing how slowing down a bit can bring about many small joys. Pop has enjoyed watching the tractors pass back and forth over the rolling farmland, as they plant corn and soy beans. It takes him back to when he was a boy growing up on the family farm in Halifax. The warm air, a steady breeze, plenty of flies (oh wait...that's not supposed to be one of them), and bright sunshine, have made the last few days beautiful for getting some fresh-air. Around 3am on Friday morning, Pop awoke with terrible stomach pains that lasted for about 2 hours. Once it seemed that they had subsided, it was time to get ready for his morning radiation appointment. The radiation went well, followed by a good meeting with the infection control doctors, and it was off to the Cancer Center for some liquids. Then we hit a speed-bump. As they were taking his vital signs at the Center, it was noticed that Pop was running a temperature over 100, and his blood pressure was rather low. So, the decision was made to admit him to Lancaster General Hospital. Now, today is Mom and Pop's anniversary, and Mom was out to breakfast with her sisters when the doctor's decided that he needed to be admitted. Thankfully (sarcastically of course), us children had the pleasure of calling and telling Mom the news. While it was disappointing, we tried to make the most of an unfortunate situation, and we all came into the hospital and spent the afternoon here. When evening came, we realized that it was "First Friday" in Lancaster (a local arts and business festival), so the children took Mom out to walk around the city, and to grab cheese-steaks which she has been craving. We are hopeful that Pop will go home tomorrow, but we will see what each new day brings. So far things are looking positive, and his temperature has broke. We will continue to pray that his temp stays low, and that the nausea that has pestered him throughout the day will subside. Well, the lights are dark and a familiar snoring sound is filling his room. As a family we always look forward to hearing this consistent drone, as we know it to be a good sign he is sleeping soundly.