The previous post was pretty dark and depressing. Sorry. That is just where my mind had been for the past few weeks.
I talked to my dad this morning and he sounded good and we actually had a conversation. So I guess there is something to the idea he does better in the morning. He knew it was me and we talked about them spending Christmas with us. He was still a little slow, but it was night and day difference than when I talked to him the day I started writing the previous post. (That took about 4 days to write.)
He says he feels great. No pain. Hates dragging the oxygen around. He gets his staples out on Monday.
They always say the first few days after the surgery are the worst. I think that goes for family members too.
I haven’t cried today. That is a good start.