What a day....
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
It has been quite the day today. Most of it was spent at the doctor's office. They ran two additional sets of x-rays at the office. It was neat that we were able to view them immediately in the exam room. I think it probably saved us several visits. It is just a rather large amount of information to absorb. Cassie has two curves in her spine, both 58%. So, she does need surgery. The plan is to fuse the upper part of the spine. This should help to correct most of the curve in the lower spine while allowing her to retain more flexibility. She should indeed be at least an inch taller after the surgery. However, this also means 5 days in the hospital. She will need pain meds for about two weeks total. So, now we are waiting for the nurse to call to schedule a time. We would like to have the surgery as soon as we can. Eric is going to work on finding out if insurance will cover the surgeon, hospital, etc. I am going to work on coordinating school work and finals with her surgery.
I called my Mom afterward to let her know about Cassie. Her first response is, then I can ride with you that day. I told her no. The surgery will take 3-4 hours, I don't want to have to worry about anyone but Cassie that day. She asked me if she could visit Cassie, I said yes.
About 30 minutes after I called, she called back to say that, Dad wanted his second set of keys to his van back at Easter or he wouldn't go. I said, "No". So, we will not be celebrating Easter with my parents. It was an instinctive reaction, said without even thinking. However, I think it is the right one. First off, Dad has a set of keys to the van, and in no way can I stop him from driving. So, if I give him the second set of keys, I am saying he is safe to drive. My Dad is an alcoholic and definitely does not belong behind the wheel of a car.
I think my Dad is angry with both his doctor and I. His doctor said she would give him one more chance, and if he behaves as he did last time, she will not sign him out of the nursing home next time. As much as I am glad Dad has a chance to go home, I think he will end of back again.
I feel so sad, my heart is breaking. My Dad is only 77 years old. He still has life ahead. I know with everything he has gone through there might not be a large amount of time. But each day we have should be treasured. Where I see possibilities he sees none. Where I see opportunities for happiness he sees none. As much as I love him, happiness is something we each must find for ourselves.