Now let's go back and I'll explain a little more. Last time I wrote I told everyone that he would have to go through surgery but we weren't sure what he would lose. When my dad was sick all his blood was going to his other organs to keep him alive. So the blood wasn't going to his hands or feet. They also told us that he had a blood clot in his kidney and that what might of caused it as well. With him being so sick. His hand, fingers , feet and toes all died. There was nothing left of them. They tuned black and was flat. Something very hard to see. This whole time my dad was just ready to get this done and over with. They told us if we didn't get this done soon, he would have a high chance of getting very sick again and end up getting septic. Septic is a infection through out the body, that shuts down all the other organs. We didn't want to go through that again. We didn't want to see our dad try to fight for his life. So we knew what we had to do. It was really the best thing for him.
The doctors came in and told my mom that it would be the right hand up to his elbow and both his legs up to the knee. But to us loseing limb weren't anything. We had our dad and that's all the matters. After this was all done we knew that my dad would be on the right side of getting better and getting home soon. I think it was just hard to see his hand and legs for the last time. I made sure i just study them and always remember what they looked like. weird i know but to us those things were important.
Those hands were the ones that held our hand, they fixed things, they seemed to make us better, they were the most important things to him. His feet were the ones that would run with us, the ones that would give me away at my wedding, the ones that would help me with everything. It was just hard to know they wouldn't be there anymore. It broke our heart more cause we knew it would kill my dad to have them gone. He would need help with everything he does till he gets used to it. It was just something we weren't really ready for.
December 15 his surgery was going to be at 7:00 am, didn't happen till 6:00pm. That was the longest day of our life's. We just wanted to get it done and over with. It was just time to get my dad better. I was so scared to have him be under, i didn't think he was healthy enough. I mean it had only been 5 days that he wasn't on the breathing tub, 5 days just didn't seem long enough to make sure he was okay to be put under. But i have trust in the doctor to make sure everything would be okay with my dad. They told us it would take anywhere from 3 hours to 5 hours. They had to put a breathing tub in when my dad was in surgery cause they wanted it in just in case anything would happen. That was hard to know that would be back in. It felt like we took a step back. And really we didn't.
Saying bye to my dad before they took him to the O.R room was hard. To watch they push him away was SO hard, just not knowing what would happen and trying to think how to they do that, and what i was going to think when i saw them for the first time. I just couldn't put my head around it. My dad was going to be less one hand and two legs. I just couldn't believe it.
After a LONG LONG 4 hours. They called and told us he was done and we would be able to go and see him. I was scared but so ready to see him. Right after the surgery they were able to take out the tub. THANK GOD. They said it did Perfect and it went very very well. Fast then they thought. They told us his left hand still had blood flow going through it, so they did nothing to that hand, hoping in the next few days it would come back. The legs went great but the right hand is where they hand to go up more on him and we knew the right hand was the worst but it was just hard to really know it was the worst... Seeing my dad for the first time wasn't as hard as i thought it would be. He was just really tired and worn out. Who could blame him. So we told him we loved him and headed home. The next day was the hard day. It was just Mike and I that went up. To see his hands all wrapped up and shorter was very Hard to see. but seeing his legs was the HARDEST. But we had to be strong for my dad. We were all strong for each other. We had to be strong or we wouldn't get thought this.
I love my dad more then anything in this whole world and he is my hero! I don't know where i would be without him in my life. I love you daddy!!!
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