Yesterday was a very challenging one for Dad. This morning there were little victories.

He ate part of a pancake this morning. Victory!

The surgeon removed his surgical drain. Victory!

He had enough energy to talk to me on the phone today. Victory!

When I remarked that he sounded much better, acknowledged that I knew that he still felt crappy, but reminded him that yesterday was “horrible”, he quipped, “I am one step above horrible.” Victory!

He told me that he was thirsty and asked Mom for water. Victory!

Sometimes staying present in the moment means measuring victory in bites of pancake.