My Life's Journey - Life's Card Game - Part 7 - Twists And Turns

So on the third day, my oldest brother Minja arrived, and all three of us kept visiting our father throughout the next couple of days. Basically for the next 2-3 days or so my father's condition was improving little by little. And, we were happy about it, but like the other day's doctors still were not being to able to tell us what is happening with him. The good news was that the mass on his brain has stopped growing and it has stabilized. We were not sure was it because of the healing technique I was doing or because of some drugs, there were giving him. It really did not matter as long as he was getting better.

If it was up to my father he would already be home. He hated hospitals and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He was not allowed to leave his bed and he had to do all his "business" in his bed which was very demoralizing for him. My father was not realizing if he falls again, it could be the last time he falls. In his mind, he thought he was all good, but in reality, it was far from the truth. Especially when it comes to brain injuries. It can all change very quickly...

One of the hardest things for us was to see our father in the condition he was every day and even hardest was to wait for the doctors to finally diagnose him. Just simple unending waiting and unknowing is the worst feeling at this moment. Not knowing what the next day might bring and worrying about what might come next? We were all under a tremendous amount of stress and we were all dealing with it in our own way.

At the time, my father was receiving many types of "medications" for many various different things. But the main problem they had besides the mass on the brain was keeping his blood in check for the heart. After he had heart surgery, and artificial valve installed he had to take a drug called Martifarin for the rest of his life to keep his blood at a certain density or he could have another heart attack. So why am I telling you this? It is because as soon these doctors heard he was using this drug for a long time they suspected this drug is the cause of the mass on his brain. As one of the biggest side-effects of this drug was that it can create brain hemorrhage. They call it "cure" but you can die from it=modern medicine. This was just one of the things they suspected. As they ran more test they found some other things as well.

During these 5 days, we got about 7-8 different diagnoses on what is wrong with our father. The also found something on his left lung as well. But again with the inability to do the magnetic resonance, they had no idea what it was. But, they suspected it could off been a tumor or something caused by some type of bacteria. I don't recall the name now, but this type of bacteria can spread from lungs, through blood, and create the same thing they were seeing on his brain. I mean it was just one diagnosis after other guys, and none of them was confirmed. They were calling doctors in Zagreb(capital city) and Split(our friend's hospital), but none of these doctors wanted to take any responsibility and actually give us the diagnosis. It felt like they were just throwing the "ball" of responsibility from one court to the other hoping one of these doctors would take responsibility and write the diagnosis. They all wrote in their reports "maybe" it is this or we "suspect" it is this. Carefully written guys, so they do not take any kind of responsibility if something takes a wrong turn with my father.

So they started treating my father with I do not know how many more "medicines" and antibiotics. I mean a lot of different types and for different types of diagnosis which were never confirmed!!! So basically guys, they did not know what is wrong with him so they decided to treat him for everything...Wtf right? Meanwhile, my father started to get fewer over the night and day and his condition got worse during the next days. He was forgetting things, even more than before, and he would sleep through most of our visits.

We were worried about if his worn out body will be able to take all these "cocktails" of drugs they were giving him? The only thing we can do was to be there for him through all of this. On some days the fever would calm down and he would be "ok", but on some others days he would have a hard time breathing, and even keeping his eyes open. We just did not feel like he was treated the right way.

It really seemed guys like they were just treating the symptoms and not the cause of the problem. We felt like they had no clue on how to treat our father. So we started to make some calls because we had some connections in the other hospitals, so we can transfer our father to a different hospital in the city called Split where our friend works. It was a bigger hospital, and we had a friend there to keep an eye on him. All we need to do is to get the signature from his current doctor in this hospital so she allows the transfer. She told us if we can find him a bed in a different hospital she will sing the release form for the transfer.

We started making some calls, and by the end of that day, we have found him a bed in a hospital in Split. All we had to do was go in the next day, and get the signature for the transfer. It seems like a done deal right? Well, let me tell you what happens next? Our friend which works in a hospital in Split was in contact with these doctors in Sibenik and he arranged the transfer. But, as we were visiting our father, "specialist" walked into the room, and told the nurses to clear the room in the most arrogant way possible. He had that special kind of surgeon glasses on him. He seemed nervous and irritated. Maybe because we started putting pressure on the hospital? It reminded me so much to a doctor who first checked out my father in the ER back when it all started...

We had to leave the room as he alone examines my father. It took him about 10 min and he walked out of the room without telling us really anything. So we walked back into the room and we ask our father what happened? He said nothing much really, he just asked him some questions and looked at his eyes. And, that was pretty much it. My oldest brother started calling his friend in Split to maybe find out what just happened?

So as Nikola and I were talking to our father about the "specialist" visit and just making small talk with our father, while Minja was on the phone outside the room. We were all anxious about what just happened and waited for my brother to finish the call. And, after a couple of minutes, Minja walks into the room with a pale look on his face. It was not the look we all wanted to see. He walked to us and right there in front of our father and says:

What??? I was so pissed at Minja saying that right in front of our father? How can you not have any little common sense? Why in the hell would say that right in front of him? And, in the manner like all is lost? And, especially not being confirmed it is SEPSIS. I was so pissed guys, but I did not show it. I stayed calm for my father's sake, as I did not want him to start worrying even more. But, seriously, how in the heck did he think it is a good idea to come in front of our father and say "he is gone." Especially with our father being in front of us still BREATHING... He already buried him in his mind. I was furious guys. I think he saw in my face for a couple of seconds how mad I was at him.

Both Nikola and were trying our best to keep the atmosphere as positive as possible with the circumstances. No matter what the diagnosis was from the "specialist" we just kept encouraging our father to keep fighting no matter what. Because the last thing we wanted our father was to lose hope as Minja did. Then all would be lost. When it comes to recovery it is important no matter what to keep the HOPE. Keep the hope for you, and give the hope to your loved ones. Yes, be realistic, but keep the HOPE alive. And, one way you can make someone lose HOPE is to come in front of him and say you're gone. Like my brother Minja did. Words are powerful guys, and we should all be careful about how we use them. It can be a difference between somebody giving up or pushing forward. It can be a difference between life and death...