It was the first Sunday afternoon in June when I got a call from my mother letting me know that my dad had fallen off his bicycle and was at the hospital with a fractured pelvis. It feels like only yesterday that I was a child on a bike trying to keep up with my dad. I thought I would never be able to catch him.
It took three weeks in hospital to manage the pain and other subsequent health concerns. Meanwhile, my dad lost so much body mass that he could barely sit up in bed, let alone perform common personal care tasks. It was decided that he would have the best chance for recovery in a rehabilitative facility, where he spent six weeks as an inpatient. [Read more…]