My Life's Journey - Life's Card Game - Part 8 - New Diagnosis, More Waiting, And A Complete Shock

The next day I found out through my friend who has some connections in the lab in Sibenik that it takes 6 days to test for sepsis. Which made things even stranger for me. Why in the heck would this doctor say this without the blood tests or anything? And, even stranger, thing for me was why did this happen right on the day my dad was about to be transferred to the other hospital? I am not much of "conspiracy" theory guy, but for this to happen right on this day was a little strange for me. Because now the transfer was canceled as they can do all the tests in this hospital. Is it just I or this was a bit strange for you guys as well?

So we're all back on waiting for the test results to come back and if sepsis will be confirmed or not. Meanwhile, while this was happening both of my brothers had to get back to their jobs in different cities and I was now alone to visit my father. They both can't afford to lose their jobs so they had to go back to work. So for the next 7-8 days, I had to go visit my father alone every day. But, no matter what the doctors were saying I kept doing energy treatments on my dad, and I was never losing hope no matter what diagnosis they were proposing. And, actually guys my father was getting better.

They were now letting him walk and use the bathroom with assistance. And, during the next 2 days, he really looked like he is doing better. He was still having problems with coordination and forgetting things. One of the hardest for me to watch was actually watching him not being able to remember how to play his favorite card game. But, I was taking any improvement as a blessing. Even though I can see my father getting a bit nervous about the whole thing, and waiting, and the new diagnosis. Every day he would tell me just to take him home. And, if he was meant to die he would rather it happens in his home then in a hospital. Those are not easy words to hear coming from my father and I understood him completely. And, if I was in his place I would probably wish the same. Laying down in the hospital for the entire day, not knowing anything about what tomorrow will bring is not an easy thing to process. He was slowly lossing hope and patience and there was really nothing I can do about it. I urged him to be patient just a little longer, but honestly with not much success...

As I have told you before my father is a bit of a stubborn man. So when he sets his mind to something it is hard to change his mind. So what happened the next day? Well, what happened was that my father has created a little scene in the hospital because he forgot where he was, and he wanted to go home. When I came to visit in visiting hours I found him tied to the bed, with him barely conscious. Kind off like the first time I saw him when I just arrived at the hospital. It was not a pretty sight for me. I could barely talk to him at all. I got scared things are taking the turn for the worst again...

But, later, I found out they had to give him a sedative or some kind of injection to calm him down. One of the sideeffects of this sedative is that it makes people very drowsy and all they do is sleep all day. Both of my visits that day were not a pleasant sight for me. But, my friend, told me the effect of the sedative should stop by tomorrow. I never really found out what happened exactly that day, but I was hoping he would be better tomorrow.

While my father was in a hospital, my friend who had connections in the lab was sending me messages every morning to give me a report on his blood tests. So every morning I was waiting for those messages to arrive. About 4 days have passed and all his tests were still negative. The waiting is the worst in this type of situations. It slowly eats you up mentally as every day you are expecting news. Not an easy thing for your nerves at all.

The next day, I visited my father, and thank God for the effects of the sedative have worn off, and he was back to "normal". I mean at least he can talk and he can stay awake. So most of those visit hours I would take him under my arm and we would walk the hallways and talk. I tried to encourage him to stay as a patient and as positive as possible. But, he wanted to go home. And, I told we have to wait another 2 days for the blood tests to arrive. I knew it was hard on him, but we really had no choice now but wait. I was able to reason with him, but I knew his patience is running out as he told me he can't sleep at night at all. He was not comfortable at this hospital at all.

Finally, the 6th day arrived and I knew the results before the doctors probably as my friend let me knew ahead of time. All of his blood tests came back negative and there was no sign of sepsis in his blood thank God. So the doctor with "special" glasses was wrong. Now I know this might be strange to you all, but I believe the only reason he proposed this was because he knew it would take 6 days for this tests to complete and it would stop the transfer of my father to a different hospital. I am not saying this has happened, but it was the gut feeling I was getting. Something just did not feel right about the whole situation. But, I did not have time to waste on finding out the answers.

It just did not make sense to me at all, but I was happy all the tests came back negative. As it would be a big complication to an already complicated situation with my father. We were all very happy the tests are negative, but my father was far from being in the "clear" as there are still many questions unanswered about his condition. One of them is what is the mass on his brain? About 18 days into my father's arrival in the hospital, we still did not have any definite answer about his condition.

For the next 3 days I talked to his doctor every day, but it was all like before. They had no clue what to do with him. She sent his scans, and everything to 3 different hospitals and none of those hospitals wanted to write the diagnosis. All of their reports where maybe it is this, or maybe it is that, but none of them with a direct answer, and diagnosis.After 18 days in the hospital, we did not get any answers basically. And, honestly, I was not sure we would at one point. It seemed like they had no clue what to do next.

With all of this happening, my father was getting better, as the mass on his brain has stopped growing and he it has actually shrunk down a little bit. Which were all good news, but the mass was still on his brain and messing with his coordination and memory. Honestly, this doctor was really trying hard and I have to give her credit, and she was in a tough situation. She could not give me any answers as she was not getting any definite answers at all from her collegues. And, she was honest, about it as well. I respected that about her.

But, what I did not respect, was what happened on the day 19th, when I arrived for visiting hours. It was something I was not prepared for at all, and honestly at the moment did not know how to handle at all. If somebody told me this as a story I would honestly not believe him. Remember guys, who followed this entire story when I told we are just at the beginning? Well, you will soon find out why?