Quarantine Diaries Spain IX - Hola Papá

Week IX - From May 4th

Small but firm steps, my dad starts to wake up, thrombosis is under control, they had to change their antibiotic after some tests and hit the nail on the head. The evolution is amazing, every day it is better from the lungs, there is no risk of over-infection and gradually it is recovering strength. So until we can finally make a video call with him, my mother can’t stand the tears, he can’t either, the moment his eyes are closed of emotion my heart breaks into a thousand pieces and I make every effort not to cry.

He cannot speak yet, he makes light gestures with his hand, he listens to us and understands, but he can barely communicate. As the days go by, things get even better, he starts to vocalize, he makes gestures, we understand him. We have not stopped thanking all the nurses, doctors and all the hospital workers who have managed to work a real miracle.

We can finally talk to him right before his tracheotomy is removed. It’s amazing, it has the same voice, it has lost weight, it was something obvious but its appearance and skin color is amazing. We started to be a little more relaxed and happy, has still a very long road of recovery since as we commented the day he woke up for the second time has lost almost all the musculature and that regaining strength in legs and body will take time. To that we had to add an annoying ulcer that at the moment has it one more day there.

We continue to adapt those metaphors that have relieved us so much, we go match to match, we lost many battles, but we will win the war. We keep touching wood like every day and we know that we are closer to that full recovery and that he will be discharged, caution is the best ally for things to go well, we are cautious and we know that just when it is 6 weeks since his entrance to the hospital, We’re close to winning.