My Superman.

Lets go back a little bit..

My dad was having really bad stomach pains for a few months. Well when he went to his doctor they said that it looked like he had an Ulcer. This was the week before Thanksgiving that he found this out. So he made a CT Scan for December 2.

November 26- December 2
On the 26th Logan and my Dad went outside and started hanging up Christmas lights.

November 27. My dad started saying that he wasn't feeling good. A cold was coming along.

November 29. My dad felt so bad and his boss at work told my dad that he needed to get home and rest. More or less told my dad that he looked like shit and needed to stop working. So my dad come home about 1 and slept the rest of the day. We just though it was a cold or maybe the flu.

November 30. My dad slept ALLL day. No joke the only time he would get up was to go to the bathroom or get something to eat. But really he didn't eat at all. I would go in there and check on him and take him temp and just make sure he was sitting up every now and then. I would tell him that he had to sit up every hour or so. I didn't want it to settle in his chest and get Pneumonia

December 1. We thought he was getting better. He was out of the bedroom, he was eating, laughing, and getting back to normal.. That night i went and stayed down at Logan's. My dad had a doctor appointment the next day and told him if he needed a ride that he needs to call me. Well i never got a call. So i slept in.

December 2. My dad drove himself to the doctor appointment. He told the doctor that he wasn't feeling good and had a feeling that he was getting or had Pneumonia. So Dad went in for a chest x-ray also. The doctor told him that he wouldn't know the results till about noon. So by the time my dad got home from the doctor he wasn't feeling great again. So i came home just to make sure that he was alright. We called the doctor at noon....nothing, called at 3.....nothing, called at 4:30.......NOTHING. By the 3rd time i was getting mad. If it was Pneumonia it could be life or death. It was something i was really scared of. So at 5:30 we called again.......CLOSED. YES they were closed. I was pissed. My mom didn't leave a very nice voice main.. :) When this was all going down. My dad got a fever again and wasn't himself. He went to lay down about 5:30. My mom came home from work and asked me if i could go to Wal-mart and get my dad some soup. So Breanna and I headed to the store. I called my sister just to let them know what was going on. When i was on the phone with my sister, my brother called and said what the hell is going on... I told him that dad wasn't feeling good and i was here at wal-mart getting soup. I guess Michael was on the phone with my mom when my dad came out not breathing right. My mom said son i HAVE to let you go. I'm taken your dad to the hospital. I still didn't know what was going on. So i was at wal-mart freaking out. I called my mom and she told me to meet them down at the hospital..

That night it was snowing BAD!!! It was so bad you couldn't see the car infront of you. So i knew that my mom would be a little sit before should would get there. So i took Connor back to Logan parents house and finally go to the hospital. My parents had been there for about 10 minutes before us. When my dad came around the corner. He looked like a different man. My mom was pretty much holding him up. I looked at him and asked. "Dad are you okay", he say in a shaky voice. YEESSSSS.. As he was talking we had to catch him cause he was falling. When we caught him the nurse called him back to the ER. My mom went back with him as me and Breanna sat waiting. It seemed like we waited FOREVER.. My mom finally came out and told us the news. " Your dad isn't doing good, It looks like he had  Dangerously low white blood cell count, and he also had Pneumonia". They are going to keep him over night and just watch him carefully.

Right then and there i knew this wasn't going to be an easy road for us. I called my brother and told him what was going on, and before i could talk, he told me that he was on his way. 3 hours away and snowing like crazy. I told him to let us see what goes on and we will go from there. I didn't want him driving in the snow. I told him he should wait till we find out more.. My brother didn't listen. He was packed and ready to head out the door..

Meanwhile i was scared to go back to see my dad, but my mom told me that he really wanted to see me. So i head back to room 7. The very last room in the ER... I remember walking in to him having a oxygen mask on and just laying there. The first words that came out of him month was "HEY BABY GIRL". Dad are you going to be okay. "Yes ill be fine..

The nurse came in and asked if i could go out and get my mom. At the point i was scared. They told my mom and they needed to life flight him to the University of Utah.. I remember the look on my moms face when she told us. I called my brother and told him, he need to get here ASAP. The sound in my brothers voice was just so scary. I called my sister and told her everything. She was looking for the next flight out. We all knew it was something bad and we all needed to be there for my dad. I remember calling my best friend Jennie. Telling her was like she was there, i just needed my best friend to hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright. I'm shocked that she was able to understand me cause i was crying to hard. I called Logan and told him i needed him. He got up to the hospital as fast as he would. I made sure that he borough the blazer cause of the snow and we needed to drive to the University.

I was scared but i had to just go see my dad once more before the took him. While i was back there the nurse let me know that life flight wasn't able to make it. The snow was so bad they couldn't fly. So the said the ground team was on its way and it would take about 2 hours before they got here.. I remember just holding my dads hand and him telling me that he was going to be alright and that i needed to stay strong from HIM and my family. I promised him that i would be by his side the whole time. The doctor came in and let us that they they were going to put the breathing tub down him to make sure he was going to be okay. They told me to go get my mom. I looked at my dad and could see the scare in his eyes. I went and gave my dad a kiss and told him that i loved him and what he said back to me was the last words i heard from him for two weeks.. (When my dad gives us kisses its always two kisses on the cheeks) " Two kisses, and i love you so much MY baby girl"

Before i knew it the ground team was here and ready to take my dad off. They asked my mom if she wanted to ride with my dad. So Logan, Breanna and myself follow behind and headed out into the snow. By this time Torie was able to get a flight but wouldn't be here till tomorrow morning about 9, my brother was about 45 minutes away. That car ride to the hospital was the worst drive i ever had to do. Watch there every move in the two back windows. Each time they would move i thought something was going on bad. I remember telling Logan i wouldn't watch anymore, but i couldn't keep my eyes off. It was like bring your newborn baby home for the first time. I had to watch each move they made. It was about at 5600 west that my mom called. My heart dropped." she said once we get into town you cant follow us anymore. we are going to turn the lights on and drive fast. Make sure you get your brother and ill see you guys in a few.. You dad is doing okay. We just need to get there as soon as we can. We will be on the 4th floor in the CCU (Critical Care Unit) Room 4017. Call me when you are here. We love you very much babe."

We met up with Michael and headed to the hospital. We got to the 4th floor and met up with my mom. I remember asking how dad was. He was stable. (Who knew that word would be used so many time in the 3 months we were there) She told us that only 2 could go back and that we need to know that daddy, didn't look like daddy. He was sick and had a lot of things hooked up to him. She told us that it would be very hard to see him like this. So Michael and I headed back. Hand in Hand and scared. His room was clear in the back corner. Room 4017. The room was dark and the doors were wide open. I took a big deep breath and we walked in. My heart sank and i felt like i lost the most important thing to me. My dad was sick. VERY sick. He had so many tub and wire and needles all hooked up to him. He was green and cold. He had things around his arms to hold them down so he couldn't move, or take the breathing tub out. I walked in there and just ran over to give him a kiss. I grabbed his hand and he grabbed back. I knew that my dad was going to be able to fight this. I just cried and cried into my brothers arms.

They Told us that the  Pneumonia had gotten so bad, and he had pretty much 0 white blood cell count. The pneumonia was in his right lung and he was getting sicker by the second. By the time we all got to see him and get things wrapped around our head. It was about 3 in the morning. We headed down stairs in the lobby to try to get some sleep. Logan was able to sleep cause he need to drive to pick Torie up from the air port. I remember those chairs looks so good to sleep in but they weren't. So this is how we slept. IN the hall way of where my dad was, just so we were close to him. We didn't want to leave him. So one at a time we would go in and just be with him. Taken turns. My dad wasn't there, but each time i would walk in, he would open his eyes and i would see those Bright blue eyes and just know he was going to be okay.. I prayed and prayed that he would be okay. I couldn't lose my dad...... I JUST COULDN'T.

DECEMBER 3..

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