My mom called me Wednesday morning. She woke up to the RCMP banging on her door at 4:00 in the morning. They had dad in the back of their police car. They had been receiving calls about a man causing a disturbance - walking up and down the street, yelling and hitting stop signs with a hockey stick. Turns out it was my dad. Mom told them he has Lewy Body Dementia and said they were very nice and understanding. They brought him into the house - mom went upstairs and by the time she came down he was gone again. She looked up and down the street and couldn't see him so she called 911. Within minutes they were at the door because they were getting disturbance complaints again - she told them he was gone again and that she had just called 911. So they went out looking and finally found him laying in a snowbank around 6:30am. Said the only reason they found him was because they heard his cell phone go off. Dad was being less than cooperative and they were unable to restrain him so they called in EMS who sedated him and brought him to the hospital. He spent the day there (sedated as he kept trying to leave) and was admitted. He has since been certified by the doctor (which means he has to stay there) and when I spoke to the nurse yesterday she said he is not allowed to leave the floor without a family member and would be there until at least Christmas. I would rather hear that from the doctor and just hope that it's true. My mind keeps going back to the last time this happened when we were told he was not going to be discharged and he was.
The God moments... I texted my dad around 6:30 and I believe it was my incoming texts they heard when they found him. He was also admitted under the same doctor who was overseeing him 2 1/2 years ago! I had said to mom when she called, "It's too bad he couldn't get the same doctor as last time." God is always erasing doubt and I know that whatever happens, He is walking with us through this journey.
Wednesday was a bad day for me - I cried like I haven't cried in a long time... which resulted in a horrendous headache and I ended up staying home for the day. I spent the morning listening to worship music, reading my bible and texting with my sister-in-law. She was honest with me about how my dad has been doing over the past few months. Her text read, "He hasn't been in a good place for a long time. Good days are still bad days. It's daily, noticeable to strangers. Eyes closed leaning against the boards at hockey, giggling & smiling at the floor, getting lost in crowds, wandering on his own when he clearly shouldn't be. Things are developing & changing all the time. This is a roller-coaster & somehow we have learned to tolerate more & more." What to say? This is the most information I've gotten about dad in months. I asked her if she would be my source of information through the next little while and she said yes, although she may paint pictures I don't want to hear and she would be brutally honest with me. I told her I want brutal honesty. I am very grateful she is a part of our family.
Where things are at: Dad texted me Wednesday night like everything was fine. Said he figured mom was mad and that he was feeling fine. "Lewy and dreams. Oh well. Glad everyone understand." Seriously??? I told him it wasn't just a dream and if his dreams start taking him out of the house in the middle of the night then that's a pretty serious problem. He said "enough", I said good night and I haven't heard from him since.
So... what to pray for? That God will give the doctor's overseeing my dad discernment. Peace for my brother as he visits dad and strength for everyone involved.
What I'm grateful for... God.
