Those of you that have been reading Babalu for a while now have most likely read about my Dad and his exploits. You know he was a welder before officially “retiring” and that he has worked tirelessly his entire life.
This is a man that spent his life wielding a sledge hammer, fusing steel together and making one of nature’s hardest substances succumb to his very will. He’s a big man with strong, cut and calloused hands and arms. To me and everyone around him he has always been larger than life. The Big Man with a soft heart of gold.
For over a week now – almost two weeks actually – the old man has been in severe pain. All the joints in his body are aching, his once rock-hard muscles have him in agony and his bones hurt. He’s been getting “calambres” – debilitating cramps and red spots on some areas of his skin. Mom says that he lies in bed at night unable to sleep and that she hears him weeping from the pain.
I cannot tell you what the mere thought of that image does to me.
He’s seen his Doctor more than a few times and has been to at least three specialists and they’ve yet to pinpoint exactly what it is that is causing him so much pain. As I type this, he’s at the office of another specialist – this time a rheumatologist, I believe – hoping for a correct diagnosis that will lead to the right treatment.
I ask that you all keep my old man in your thoughts and pray that his pain subsides. He’s a very good man, the best husband and father anyone could ever dream of and we all still need him.