... to Virginia in recent weeks. I am so thankful the first of the series of trips was early in December when I invited myself to visit. Enjoyed spending a couple of days with my brother and wife at home, though the weather was not fun. Freezing temps. and snowy, icy roads. We even saw the energetic grandchildren, running in circles around the house. Glad I had the opportunity to go and stay while things were peaceful, and before their lives began to fall apart after she insisted he must go to the doctor. He had been having uncharacteristic headaches, struggling to remember things he should know, erratic driving on occasion.
My brother is still in the hospital, but has been moved from Intensive Care Unit to an area that cares from neuroscience patients. He has graduated to eating real food, consuming everything they will give him to drink, and disconnected from IV. Not attached to any tubes or wiring other than a heart monitor that makes an ungodly sound every time he changes position in the chair they have him sitting in. Even the most comfortable recliner in the world would get tiresome, butt-wearing after sitting all day long.
Daughter and I went to Richmond on Friday morning and returned to Atlanta on Sunday night. Spent most of the weekend sitting with them in the hospital room. His wife is likely exhausted, having lived at the hospital with him for two weeks while he has been there, recovering from surgery. The doctor has been off and will not be back until tomorrow, but she is hoping he will come in and tell them what will happen next on Tuesday. I know it has been exhausting for her over these trying days and hope they might get some good news when the surgeon will come by and see them on the morrow.
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