Dad had just gotten home from work and he was so tired and wasn't feeling good. We didn't think anything of it until he woke up.
"dad wake up mom made dinner!!"
When he had woken up from his nap he immidietly ran into the bathroom and started puking. It wouldn't have been concernable if he wasn't puking blood.
I was super sad when I had found out he was deathly sick and had to go to the hospital. They did multiple procedurs on him to try to fix what was wrong. Because of the all the sugerys they had given him a lot of pain medication that he quickly got addicted to.
We were always in the hospital visiting him. We had spent the next 4 birthdays of his in the hospital. We were all super sad and knew what we had to do...
beep. beep. beep.
He wasn't very happy that we sent him, at all but in the long run we appreciated it.
We had to send him to florida for rehab. After he got out of rehab he stayed with his dad for 6 months to get better.
When he had gotten home it was like inviting a new person into our house. He was better and himself again! We were all so happy to have him back.