Alex Camacho
Crosby, TX, United States
Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to eight different schools (three elementary, one middle school, four high schools) and have one little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for nearly fourteen years now to a woman who rocks my world and I've been blessed with two wonderful children. Our dog, Sally, is a big black lab saved from a local shelter.

Monday, July 13, 2009

In One Hundred Years

jessejonespark21So my phone rings early in the morning last Sunday followed by the ever foreboding text message "911" from Laura. Without going into too many details, Lana's dad had a stroke and has spent the past week in the hospital.

The days crawled by while Don's girls stayed by his side nearly around the clock waiting for him to wake up, unsure of the outcome. With a team of doctors, nurses, and specialists working to see him come back to us, his girls bullied and cajoled the hospital staff for information. He paid them back by stubbornly fighting his way back. It started with just toe wiggling to communicate a simple "yes". It wasn't long before he was trying to get out of bed despite the trach tube, IV lines, and EKG cables.

He's been fighting the odds the whole way but the doctors are surprisingly optimistic and are just dumbfounded by his recovery rate considering his plethora of complications along the way. To give you some idea of how shaky the doctors were I'll share something that Lana shared with me.

Lana was in Don's room when a respiratory therapist came by to remove his trach tube. The man looked a little distraught and red-eyed. Lana commented on it and he replied,

"You don't recognize me do you?"

The past few days have been pretty hectic for Lana running on little sleep so it was probably no surprise that she didn't.

"I put this trach in your father. It's not to often I get to take one out under such good circumstances so excuse me if I'm a little misty eyed."

jessejonespark16It's going to be a long road of recovery but Don's one strong-willed man. I can't imagine the emotional roller coaster the man has been on but I'm happy he decided to stay with us. Watching the love of his daughters has been inspiring, humbling, and eye opening. It's a eye-opening reminder to me why we're all really here. In the end everything else is all just background noise to the love we have the opportunity to share with those we care about. When I was in the military I had the fortunate opportunity to work with a guy named Lou. Whenever one of the ambulances wouldn't start, someone showed up late for their shift, they threatened to take our office away, etc. he'd always just shrug and throw in his personal motto,

"In one hundred years, who's gonna care?"

I always smurked and dismissed it as Lou's attempt at humor but the phrase stuck in my head. I've taken it as a quiet mantra over the years and at times like now it becomes all too clear what he meant, or at least, what I took from it.

If I seem a bit like an emotional train wreck, it's only because it's been one hell of a ride the past week. Don and I have had our differences in the past. Disagreements on various things but we've also a lot in common as well. We're both just not very communicative verbally and that tends to get in the way when living with someone. When you dismiss all the "background noise" he's quite an incredible guy that I've always looked up to in a lot of ways. It's like a fresh start but not just for him.

Olivia has a basket spilling over with toys in the living room and she chooses to spend a majority of her day playing with her old diaper box. She's got such an awesome Bubba who jumps at the chance to make his sister smile.


  1. That was an awesome post, man. Glad to hear he's doing alright. Odd and a little crazy when you realize how important your family is, especially the one you make in your own life.

  2. Thank you. He's doing really well and has even been cleared for solid food again. Lana tells me he's constantly pushing his body to do what he tells it.

    He's recovering at a pace that just dumbfounds everyone. I hope that if and when my will is tested I can be as strong!

    It's been a very emotional week and this has only brought it all into a sharper focus how insignificant most things in life really are compared to family.

  3. I love the "In 100 years, who's going to care?" motto. I've been trying to live by a similar motto: "It's not of eternal consequence." It's good to hear another father's stories as I start divulging my own on the blog I just started. ( Thanks for your openness and willingness to share with the blogging world.

  4. It's not always easy to live by, but at times like this things come into sharper focus.

    Hey, awesome blog by the way. I really dig your writing style. I'll be the one lurking in the back row posting a reply now and then.

    Take care and thanks for reading.