As many of you know, Gary's situation has gotten worse. Here's how the timeline breaks down.
Sometime in the Fall, Gary had his first seizure. Years before this fateful day he had had a bump on his head that we assumed was some old painful bonk or something along those lines. He had went to gotten it removed, and they discovered and abnormal growth in his brain. We chose not to act on it, but when we heard about the seizure, we knew what it was. It was cancer.
Things were okay for a long while and they even retained normality. That is until Groundhog's Day. Groundhog's Day happened to be Dad's favorite holiday, which made it ironic and tragic that this day marked his second seizure. After that day, things went downhill....
We started some radiation from early winter to late spring, but when he got his MRIs back, there was no good news to rejoice. The cancer had spread and more tumors had popped up despite the sacrifice that had gone with the radiation.
At this point Brian and Amy came to help Mom deal with the stress. It was Mother's Day. And Mom fell on the stairs and broke down, crying. Brian, Amy, Andy, and I all comforted her as she weeped there. Yet another ironic date...
A couple of weeks later the whole family rolled including Brian and Julie, Jeff and Jennifer, Kimmi and Peter, Amy and Kurt, David and Michelle, and Grandpa and Grandminnie. His whole family came to Boise. I think it was there way of saying goodbye.
And it was the Saturday after my very last day of school when things really went to the dogs. I woke up and walked into my parent's bathroom to brush my teeth (I use theirs when there are guests) to find Dad actively seizing on the bed. It turned out that he had continuous seizures for HOURS. Mom gave him as many meds and anti-convulsive she could almost to the point of overdosing him. When he finally fell asleep and he woke up, he was immobile and dysfunctional. He couldn't walk and could barely speak, and when he did, it was with incredible difficulty, and he couldn't get the words out. The first day of my summer...
Jessica and Micheal and Andy and I all went to a counselor today. They say if he makes six months it'll be a miracle. So it's time to stop hoping for recovery and the return to normality that I had always wanted and start hoping that Dad knows that we're doing fine before he goes. And I think that he already kind of has. He's seen Andy's improved grades and Micheal's 4.0 and even got to see me get a music achievement award at my concert. I'm glad that we were able to make him proud of us and how he raised us before he leaves us.
I can't bring myself to say anything more on the subject...
