Jenn's two bits.

I don't have more to report than Andrea, but I wanted to tell y'all about Dad today.

He's been quite sleepy, still, but does wake up when the aides and nurses come to bug him. Josh and I were there yesterday evening--he gets quite animated when they have to roll him from side to side; not his favorite thing right now.
He woke up for a minute and a BYU basketball game was on TV. His eyes were closed, but Mom said when they started talking about the 'Miracle Bowl' he opened them. He's still in there!

Dialysis today took off more than a liter, unfortunately I don't know the overall total yet, but I'll find it out...cause I'm curious. Dad looks a lot different now that he's lost over 10 lbs of water. His hands, arms, face and neck look the frailty that they ought. His muscle tone is next to none, so even moving his arms above his head was awkward for him. His legs are still quite swollen, and there is still fluid around his heart. At this point the docs are hoping dialysis at least helps that...don't we all.

Because dialysis wears him out so much, he sleeps during the day, but comes alert at night just before Mom leaves. He was able to tell Benjamin last night that he loved him, and even said his name--well, he called him 'Bud', which is more correct anyway.

It's so hard to know what to expect from here. But I want everyone to know I still have hope. It may be a slightly different kind of hope now, but hope is a dynamic principle by nature.
I hope that Dad is okay...whatever that means in the end.
I hope each member of my family has strength for whatever comes.
I hope we make the right decisions each time one needs making, and that it helps.
I hope I have the strength to be a strength.
I hope I can live so Dad will always be proud of me.
I hope I can teach my kids some of the things he would have taught them.
I hope everyone carries the piece of Dad he left with them, and shares it--he had so much more to give.
I hope Mom always feels supported, strengthened, and loved.
I hope I remember...