Surrender to the day

Pneumonia.
Again.
Yesterday started with fever and misery. Very low point.
A chest x-ray revealed new pneumonia.

Bone marrow biopsy results fill three pages.
Best we can glean from medical jargon and Dr's challenging-to-comprehend-English is...

 *Most likely, the culprit of Dad's current severely low white blood count is the combo of many of the strong meds he has been on over time to treat Churg-Strauss.
 *He has glaucoma infection in bone; part of the reason for hypercalcification of his blood.
 *Red blood cells also low (anemia), but not as much of concern or in need of treatment as other issues.

A new onslaught of drugs prescribed to treat all of the above.

He has been feeling awful and every. every. every. thing. is a chore.

Mom is beyond tired and extremely frustrated with the hospital scenario. Everyday when we leave, she says, "I just hate leaving him here."

Still, it's where he needs to be.

Yesterday afternoon, Dad said to his nurse, Paul, "You saved my life today."

As we left the 3rd floor, Paul shared with us that the difference between how he found Dad in the morning and how he was leaving him at the end of his shift was "night and day."

While that is reassuring on one hand, it also illustrates the ongoing complete uncertainty there is each and every night and day.

This morning, all vital signs are up. We surrender to today.