Last night was one of those nights, the kind that you remember for the rest of your life. Our grandpa had been admitted into the hospital on Wednesday because he collapsed in the kitchen. After barely making it to the hospital in time, the doctors quickly stabilized him and began to search for the cause of his taking a turn for the worst. They found that he had major blood clots in his lungs. As these clots tried to work their way through his heart it would shut down because the clots were so big. They had to shock him several times to start his heart again and it was a super scary time. After discovering the clots, they gave him high powered blood thinner through his IV. His whole body looked like a bruise because his blood was so thin. Everything was somewhat stable through Thursday and so we all started to relax a little. Then the phone call came. It was 11pm, the clots in grandpa lungs were resilient and resisting the medication. They decided since he was still having major complications a defibulater would be necessary. The defibulator would send a shockwave through the heart whenever one of the clots triggered an irregular heart beat. However, at the moment, his blood was too thin to operate and the clots were still causing complications. When we got the call saying that they wanted to move grandpa to a larger city for the surgery, we all scrambled to leave for the hospital. My aunt came and she and my mom left immediately. Her girls (who had been in bed because they had school in the morning) arrived a few minutes after they left and we all headed for the hospital a little before midnight. On the way there we tried to tuned out life by listening to our ipod. However, Mark Shultz wouldn’t let us and we ended up crying to Walking Her Home, He’s My Son, When You Come Home… you get the idea. Probably not the best song selection in this situation. When we walked into ICU and saw how frail grandpa looked we couldn’t hold back the tears and neither could he. He gave us all hugs and I Love Yous were exchanged. We didn’t know if it was goodbye for now or goodbye forever. The doctors and nurses were finalizing paperwork and preparations as the ambulance team walked in. Mom, Belinda (my aunt) and Grandma followed the ambulance and arrived at the surgical center around 4am. Dad took all six of us girls home. We were exhausted and so we all slept in the next day(today). This morning we got the good news that grandpa had survived the night and was stabilized in ICU awaiting surgery. Please keep our grandpa (Ken) in your prayers as this will undoubtedly be a taxing journey with an unknown ending. Actually, let me rephrase that, God has each ending written already and only He knows whether one journey is simply the end of a chapter or whether it is the end of the book with the story completed. Pray that He will sustain us through this journey and help us accept the ending. With love until next time…