Deja vu

Another frantic call. Another trip to the hospital at breakneck speeds. Another set of final goodbyes. Somehow the wires got crossed. Apparently there was a test that could have been performed between the last time my dad was bleeding and today, when he started again. Some mixup as to whether consent had been given appears to be the reason the test was not performed. Now, the test is riskier (after the latest trauma to my dad's battered body); yet conversely more likely to yield positive results (due to the additional blood-letting). When I left him, they were prepping him for a colonoscopy by feeding him massive dosages of fluids. It will wash out his system in preparation for the test. Once we get the results of the test (scheduled for tomorrow morning), we'll know whether surgery is needed.