27 September 2008
It's 5:08am, and we've been up all night. Peter's grandfather has been in the hospital all week with a broken hip. They've been putting off the surgery because of minor issues that they wanted to resolve before operating. Friday night those issues were no longer minor. Things took a quick turn for the worse, and they took him in for emergency surgery with a bleak prognosis. Our friend Em was our hero and came to stay with our sleeping kids while we rushed to the hospital. Pop-Pop coded on the table and had to be resuscitated. The surgery ended quickly because the problem they expected to find wasn't there. That means that even if he recovers from his near death experience, they still don't know what's wrong with him. The doctors have been preparing us for the worst but hoping for the best. We actually saw some improvement around 3:30am, but it's extremely minor in the big scheme of what needs to happen. I just came home to relieve Em and figure out what the plan is for the kids all day. All prayers are appreciated for Peter's grandfather, grandmother, and the rest of the family. It's going to be a long few days no matter what happens.