If you have a Buddha belly, can you rub it?
If you have a rosary, can you pray it?
If you know an Our Father or a Hail Mary, can you say a few?
If there’s a Jewish prayer for the sick, can you recite it?
If you meditate, can you lift my dad up in your thoughts while you do so?
If you practice yoga, can you dedicate your practice to a Polack in the hospital?
My dad is very sick.
After a lighthearted blog post on Thursday about some knee pain, this is a serious post about The Knee Pain That Wasn’t Knee Pain At All.
It was a staph infection that my dad contracted in the hospital during his hip surgery six weeks ago.
I spent the weekend out on Long Island with my family as we tried to understand what is going on.
They cut him open on Friday night to confirm this and sure enough, found an infection the size of Texas.
They started him on an extremely toxic round of antibiotics on Saturday. Vancomycin, which I had to Google, which Wikipedia says is “often used as a LAST RESORT drug, when nothing else works…”
We had some positive news yesterday. His blood work came back and the staph was found to be a.) non-resistant and b.) sensitive.
I assumed that meant it would respond to antibiotics.
That it would succumb to modern medicine and leave my dad alone.
I left the hospital last night feeling good. His chest x-rays and echocardiogram and EKG, all negative. The infection hadn’t moved to his heart. Everything looked okay.
The doctors just informed my parents that the antibiotics are not working.
They will keep the bacteria at bay for a certain period of time but ultimately, without further treatment, the antibiotics will not prevent the infection from killing my dad.
This infection can’t kill my dad.
There are various options being talked about right now and none of them are good. They sound, in fact, quite horrible.
So if you could, if you would, think of Papa D today. If you like, there’s a whole category on this blog dedicated to him. Just click the MY FAVORITE POLACK link and read the words I’ve written about him. Love him the way I love him. Find joy in him the way I do. In the way my family does.
We need him to stick around.
We need him to be okay.
If you want to leave a comment, please do so and I will read them to him so he can know who is thinking of him, who is rooting for him, all the wonderful people in the blogosphere who think he is hilarious and kind and all kinds of genius.
I thank you in advance.