Monday, March 22, 2010

Look what I found on my doorstep today:


I've been eyeing these babies since they first entered this small blogging world months ago. But I finally decided to pull the trigger. I figured they're totally justified since not only are they beautiful works of art for my house, but they're the classics, that I don't already have, for a totally normal (maybe even better) hardback price. I will confess, some I love, and some just had a cover I couldn't resist, but I want to buy a hundred and wallpaper my bedroom with them now. Aren't they lovely?

Last night was scary. Of course we've been feeling a little more out of the woods every day, with my dad. I was online looking up plane tickets for some time in April when Ian called me at 9:30. Apparently they'd done a CT scan and found a pocket of air behind his diaphragm, which could only mean one thing, a hole in his intestine. This meant that bacteria and "what not" would have been seeping into his body which is obviously horribly toxic, and they had to take him into emergency surgery.

This brought my heart right back into my throat, where it was last week. All I could think of was the doctor telling us, while we were out there, that he wouldn't DARE try to perform surgery on him in the state he was in, and that if he did, the mortality rate was upwards of 80%.

I waited, terrified, and anxious for the phone call. Ross stayed up with me 'till 1, but the call never came. Hopefully no news is good news.... I thought as I drifted off.

I got the text this morning that he'd made it through the surgery.

He's still critical and being monitored in ICU, but the fact that he didn't have a stroke and that his heart didn't stop during surgery were signs of his strength. The doctors, once again, were impressed. They had taken out a huge chunk of his large and small intestines, and decided to leave the parts of the pancreas they had planned to remove. They were able to wash off all of his other organs. He's sedated and we're not sure when they'll let him come out of it again. I can't wait to hear his voice and see his eyes open next time I go out there.

Besides this scary road ahead with my dad, life is good. The weather is amazing right now and every night we're on our bikes, at the park, or playing out front. It feels like we're part of a REAL neighborhood in a REAL town. Tonight we had our thai-chicken salads on the driveway while the girls rode their bikes around with the Baileys two doors down. (Well Mila scoots and flinstone's her way around in the little car). It's dreamy. If only this phase-- where we've got an endless supply of daylight without the triple digits... could last JUST a little longer.

9 comments:

Alysa@atticgals.blogspot.com said...

I'm glad your dad made it through surgery. Pfew. I would be a wreck. Thanks for reminding us of what is important. Love your pretty books!!! You need some beautiful things right now and the weather and some books are just the thing. Love you!

JCW said...

I LOVE your new books, they look old and new at the same time and the colors/patterns are perfect. I might have to completely copy you on that one someday!

I'm glad your Dad made it through surgery, that is such a relief for you guys.

brooke said...

Darling...and what are those lions doing back out? I was so happy to see them.
Hope things with your Dad improve. He's obviously stronger than most of us. Love you.

Shea said...

Lillie, it's been so nice meeting up and hanging out outside latley. Perfect weather to have a barbque. Lets plan it. Not to invite ourselves over or anything...but unless you want sand all over your food we should do it in your backyard. We'll bring the meat:)

Happy said...

Just wanted to let you know that your dad has been in my prayers!

Jon and Diana said...

You have two girls, so you can definitely justify the purchase of such books. The covers are just a bonus!

Monica said...

Your dad has been in my prayers. One more thing too- a while back I read somewhere that success rates of chemo were better when the patient used positive mental imagery while being treated (i.e. visualizing the meds destroying the cancer cells etc).. so I've always done that for others.. pass it along to your dad when you are able to talk to him. it can't hurt right?

Rachelle@atticgals.blogspot.com said...

Fabulous books! I love books, and those are some of my favorites. But don't just look at the pretty covers, crack them open! Very cool.

More prayers for your dad.

Rachelle@atticgals.blogspot.com said...

Fabulous books! I love books, and those are some of my favorites. But don't just look at the pretty covers, crack them open! Very cool.

More prayers for your dad.