As I await my parents' arrival, I can't help but remember when they came to my house for Thanksgiving two years ago. At the time, my mom was obsessed with learning how to type to prepare for the dreaded electronic medical records implementation.
My dad was still in the midst of the worst depression he'd ever experienced. He was somewhat better than he had been two years prior, but still a shell of the larger-than-life person I had known all my life. Still, in his compromised state he decided that he, too, would practice typing. I was encouraged by this, because in his darker moments he barely had the motivation to exist.
Several hours later, he asked me for help. When I looked at what he was working on, I saw that he had been trying to log on to his email account all of that time. I wanted to cry. But at the same time, I admired his determination to master the computer, even though he was no longer practicing medicine and did not have to worry about electronic medical records, and even though his cognitive abilities were greatly diminished.
I write a lot of blog posts about my affinity for challenges. It is definitely something that has been instilled in me by my parents, whose favorite motivational poster says "Don't quit." On that day two years ago I was thankful that the depression had not destroyed my dad's fight. He was still a warrior, albeit a wounded one.
Last year around Thanksgiving, somehow the depression completely lifted after 3 years, even though nothing had changed in his meds. It's as though his personality finally broke through and he was exactly the way he had always been, which was essentially in a sustained hypomanic state. It was truly like seeing someone come back to life.
These days, he is constantly on FB, commenting on people's pictures and posting copies of every photo album my parents own. In fact, the only reason he is not on FB right now is because he is on his way to Knoxville.
My dad's recovery is nothing short of a miracle, and every time I think of him I say a prayer of thanks--even though he tells me that I need to lose weight and gives me appetite suppressants. Actually, he read that post, so now he tells me I look good. So I'm thankful for blogs, too!
And wouldn't you know that my parents showed up right as I finish this blog post. God has perfect timing.
I even have a picture for you today.