We are ... Waiting for Godot?

Waiting for Godot is a play written by Samuel Beckett.  Briefly, the story revolves around two men,  Vladimir and Estragon, who meet near a tree. They discuss a variety of topics and reveal that they are waiting there for a man named Godot. While they wait, a boy enters and tells Vladimir that he is a messenger from Godot. He tells Vladimir that Godot will not be coming tonight, but that he will surely come tomorrow. The next night, Vladimir and Estragon again meet near the tree to wait for Godot. Once again, the boy enters and  tells Vladimir that Godot will not be coming. The play ends as the two decide to leave, but do not actually make any move to do that.

That is a pretty nearly perfect metaphor for what has been going on with us here.

Master's father remains in the hospital.  He has been here since last Thursday evening, and a number of issues have come up as we've gone through the days.  X-rays have revealed a bowel obstruction.  In the beginning, he was on an N-G tube, but after a couple of days, he pulled that out in his sleep.  Things seemed to improve, and for about two days, he was put on a clear liquid diet -- we were hopeful that it was a first step to a resolution.  But, no such luck...

Somewhere along the line, the arm where they installed a goretex graft as an access point for dialysis, began to hurt and swell.  Doctors are suspecting an infection, but although the swelling and redness persist, no infection has been identified. 

X-rays have been repeated over and over on a daily basis, and "dad" has been NPO since about 6 PM yesterday.  We were told then that it was likely that there would be a decision made this morning regarding a possible surgical intervention in this bowel obstruction.  Surgery for someone who is 91-1/2 years old, with heart issues, and kidney issues, is an extreme risk.  Very scary.  So, Master came to the hospital early this morning to be here when things began to happen.  He has waited all day.  It is now after 6PM, and there has been no word.  The surgeon, who will make the decision on all of this is "missing in action."  The latest word is that the Doctor will appear this evening, "after his surgery schedule is finished." 

So.  We wait.  And wait.  And wait.

The frustration and anxiety level is mounting.  Rapidly.

Perhaps, at some point, Dr. Donovan will appear.  I wouldn't want to be him.  When Master gets hold of him, it is not likely to be pretty.

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OMG!  The mysterious and elusive Dr. Donovan (Godot) arrived... at 6:30 PM.  Still no decision.  Things seem a bit better.  They are understandably reluctant to jump to a surgical option.  To quote the good doctor, "If you were 41 rather than 91, you would already be in the operating room, but..."  So, they've ordered an enema, and will wait.  Tomorrow morning, another x-ray, and then perhaps a decision. 

At least, for tonight, "grandpa" can have some ice chips.  Not much, but a small thing. 

As we are quiet here, at least you will all know why.

swan

And, since we have nothing at all to report, we've been absent/quiet.