Patience for the Patient...

We made another trip back home to Pampanga last sunday.

Glad to know that dad was discharged from the hospital saturday night.

Good news is that the tube for his feeding was removed because he himself made the effort to eat on his own. He is now able to swallow and take in his food by mouth.

Thank God for making him better even...but still he is too weak.

Seeing him just lying there, helpless and dependent on the people around him to almost anything he wants to do. When he needs to move, someone has to carry him...lift him up. 

I admire my mom and my sisters for doing this for him. 

I admire especially my mom for being patient whenever dad has memory lapses due to his Alzheimers.

Talking to him is not the same anymore. 

One has to have a lot of patience and understanding about his condition in order to be able to make sense of  his senseless rumblings.

But then again, after being out of the hospital, it's like he is back to his usual ways of not eating. 

He would rather sleep. 

One has to remind him that it's time to eat.

And when he eats, he would sometimes fall asleep.

We would always have to tell him that he needs to nourish himself to be strong so that he would not be confined again and be subjected to tube feeding.

But same old stubborn dad, he would want it his way.

Sometimes we can't understand anymore...but then again maybe we just don't know the pain he is feeling.

Now we pray that God gives him the strength to have faith...to trust in the Lord...to believe that he will recover...that he need not question the Lord why he is in pain...that he would not pity himself but rather help himself.

I believe that if only he would accept the reality, he would be able to understand that the Lord would not let anything bad happen to him...that this is just a test...a test for all of us.

I look forward to the day when I will receive an SMS from my sister telling me that all is well and dad is feeling better as each day pass...