Worry

I feel like the rug has been pulled from under my feet. It has been a crazy couple days filled with worry. I am always worried about my mom, but this week I have been able to add my dad to the mix. This is not how it's suppose to go down...He has been feeling "really crappy" (not his words, but you get the idea) the past couple weeks and when we were having family pictures taken on Sunday night and after the boys had given him a blessing, it was decided that he needed to go into the emergency room. I knew he was severely dehydrated and he just seemed out of it.  They gave him fluids in the ER and proceeded to have further tests done and it was determined that he would be admitted to the hospital. His Kidneys are in danger and he has a mass on his liver, a high fever, nausea and vomiting, combined with disorientation. The top priority is to get his kidneys working better and then further tests will be done to decide what to do next. Maybe tomorrow we will get some answers.

I feel helpless. It is just a waiting game, and in the process dad is not able to eat anything and he doesn't even seem at all like himself.