Still here, in ICU, waiting. My mom and I stare at the various machines, red lines, blue lines, blinking lines, blood pressure numbers, heart rate numbers, baloon pump numbers... its all foreign and frightening. We jump at every beep, eyes wide, hands shaking. The ventilator makes a sucking sound, dad coughs, nurse comes in and sucks goop from the lines. Waiting for the lung doctor to give the ok to remove the ventilator. The sedatives are slowly being weaned but Dad has to follow commands for the tubes to be removed. We're waiting. Its all in his time now. His heart somehow sustained no damage after the arrest. Its beating on his own now. Its so surreal to sit in his room and see him like this. Why am I blogging about this?I think the point is to impress on anyone reading this... you are a miracle! Appreciate it NOW!