Waiting and praying

Dad has been moved to a side room and the team are doing what they can to ensure he is comfortable. We have been told to visit at any time (not a good sign) and his condition is described as “not good”. Every time the phone rings, I want to run away and hide; I want to wake up and find that this is all some awful dream. We are taking it minute by minute, hour by hour and praying as hard as we can for some glimmer of hope, whilst trying to accept and prepare ourselves for bad news.