Thank you so much for all the kind messages. I have been told that we will know more tomorrow, so I am keeping my fingers crossed for some good news. It's hard to feel so helpless when someone you love is ill.
Well, yesterday morning my dad was diagnosed with encephalitis. The consultant told us that the prognosis was 'very poor' and that he needed an MRI. The trouble was that the scanner was in a mobile hut in the car park and my dad was too ill to be taken outside! I could not believe what I was hearing. The consultant said that neurosurgery was not an option and that he would be treated with antibiotics. I sat, holding my dad's hand, wondering how I was going to break the news to my mum.
A senior consultant came to talk to me at dinner time and said that it was positive that they had diagnosed encephalitis and that they could treat it. I clung on to that bit of hope.
Within another couple of hours, my dad had opened his eyes and was responding to me.
I had prayed for 5 more minutes with the dad I knew and there he was, laughing at my feeble jokes. I know he is still incredibly poorly and that he could deteriorate rapidly again, but for the time being, I have my dad back. And I am making the most of every minute I have with him.