This morning I called the hospital first thing and was told that Dad had enjoyed a comfortable night. However, enjoy is definitely not the right word. Then, after dropping Dawn off at the station and popping home for a bit, I dropped into my new employers (it should have been my first day), and told them that I would not be starting today, and asked if I could postpone my start to next Monday. They were completely accommodating and fully appreciated the situation.
I then drove to St Mellitus (my church) and lit some candles and said a prayer before picking George up and heading to the hospital. We then spent the best part of the day with Dad. Phillip and Jean also arrived while we were there, too.
Dad seemed very tired, but told us that he felt fine. We did our best to help him deal with the solitude of being stuck, once again, in a hospital bed. The doctors said that his vital signs were going in the right direction, but as before he is not out of the woods yet.
When I got home I called David to check on how his visit to the doctor had been. He was told that his cancer had not returned; now he needs to see his heart surgeon next week to be given the all clear to start his physical re-hab.
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