A very small update, but positive: My dad got moved to a surgical floor this morning. This means he's out of the ICU. His heart has stabilized.
My mom and brother are with him now. I'll go later this afternoon. We're kind of tag-teaming. It makes it less exhausting.
A friend of mine just wrote to thank me for posting updates on my blog. And then he said, "I know you're not doing it for us, but I appreciate it."
The truth is, this blog was (still is) my cathartic place. It was mine. But Friday morning, at 4:30 am, when I wrote about my dad's suicide attempt, something shifted. For now, anyway, it's not just for me.
I got so many supportive comments, so many emails. All sending positive energy, prayers, hope for my dad and our family. And while I am not religious, I do believe that every drop of those thoughts goes to the same place. And I believe every single one makes a difference.
We have so many people pulling for my dad - more than I'd ever imagined. And I am grateful. I'd beg, borrow, steal for that man. I really would.
Another thing I learned was that friends, not just in DC, not just in the US, but around the world are staying updated by checking my blog. Kris in Paris, Maude in the UK, family friends in Africa, in the Bahamas.
The Internet is an amazing thing. I'd thank Al Gore personally if I could.
I am afraid of exhausting people by writing about this over and over, but it's my entire world right now.