Today my dad wanted a Washington Post. He had questions for us to ask the nurse. He was trying to sparkle. Yay!
My brother is fantastic with him. He says things like, "Dad, we have a huge decision for you to make. Are you ready?
My dad nods. I get nervous.
"OK. Our next activity is to get you into the Olympic swimming pool downstairs. And what you need to decide is if you want a red or a blue speedo."
This makes my dad smile. Thank god he's smiling.
Horrifyingly, he actually used to wear a speedo at the American clud in Delhi. My brother goes on to say, "You know, middle school social life is easy enough. And always made easier by the appearance of one's father by the pool. In his blue speedo."
I remember those years. Cringe factor: very high. Almost as high as the black office socks worn with shorts and clogs.
The doctor feels like my dad is progressing really quickly. If he keeps doing this well, they could have the tube out as early as next Monday. They're not going to do the swallow test till then - they want to give his trachea time to heal. But today felt very positive.