You gave me your liver!?

Had a good visit with dad today. He's still pretty confused, but he's a more aware of his confusion and asks more questions. Seems like a good sign to me.

Chel and I offered to take him down to Starbucks for a drink and some fresh scenary. He agreed, but needed help getting out of the bed. I told him I couldn't help because I just had surgery.

"You just had surgery!? What?" said dad.

"Dad! ..." I just paused staring at him with a what-the-hell look on my face.

He looked forward, combed his fingers through his hair, then suddenly glared back at me with glistening eyes and said, "You gave me your liver?!"

"Yeah dad!"

He started to cry. He felt so bad that he had forgotten.

Earlier that day, he called one of the nurses into the room and said, "Nurse - I've got to go pee! What do I do?"

The nurse said, "Go to the bathroom!"

He said he felt so foolish asking and even more foolish for not nowing in the first place.

A few hours later, he called the nurse in again and said, "I have to take a dump! What do I do?"

The nurse said, "Go to the bathroom! Just like last time!"

My dad thought to himself... What!? What do I do when I get there? Just crouch on the floor? When he stepped into the bathroom and saw the toilet, he laughed outloud to himself... he was so embarrased to realize there was a toilet in the washroom.

Anyway, we had a great time at Starbucks, though it was short lived. We all got a drink, then almost immediately after we sat down, dad complained about pain so we had to head back up to his room.

Very slowly, day by day, dad's getting a bit better.