I finally heard from my son Ryan last night. It had been 7 weeks since I last spoke with him. At that time his father was in the hospital for alcohol DTs/seizures. It scared him to death because he witnessed the entire thing. He had called me for help and all I could do was tell him to call 911. Finally his grandparents called on the other line and came right over to take his father to the hospital.
He spent 3 days there and was very very sick. He has been an alcoholic as long as I have known him but never would get any help for it. Ryan told me last night that the dr said he should have died he was just that bad. His liver enzymes were 200+. Thank The Lord he didn't.
The good news is that Ryan and his dad have been sober ever since. Ryan has been staying with Kevin (his dad) and they have been helping each other. At the time Ryan called Kevin had just left for an AA meeting. I asked Ryan if he had been yet and he said no, that he had thought of it. I encouraged him yet again to go. He said he thought it was a good idea. I just left it at that. After all, it is his decision. As much as I would love to, I can't make him. No one can. I am hopeful that seeing what his father has been through will encourage him more and more. As usual I turn it over to God.
He did tell me that he plans on joining the Navy in the near future. I actually never thought I would say this but I think it would be good for him. He has always been the kind of kid (man) that took well to discipline and structured environment. He said he didn't know if he would be able to come back to Paducah. I understand this for many reasons. For the past 5 years there has been nothing here for him. Well, his mama and daddy are here but that is about it.
He told me that he has wanted to call me several times over the last few weeks but he knew that I was upset with him and he just couldn't bring himself to. I am glad he wanted until he had a bit of sobriety under his belt before he did. The last thing I wanted to hear from him was "I'm gonna quit, etc etc etc." It is time for action, not words.
He doesn't know how long his father has to live. He contracted Hepatitis C in 1976 due to a blood transfusion so his liver is in bad bad shape. Kevin is a good man. I hate to see him go through what he is going through. I know it is very hard on his family too. He is fortunate to still have his parents very much a part of his life. That is definitely something to be grateful for.
I am hopeful for my son for the first time in a long time. Time will tell but maybe, just maybe he's got it this time. I pray he has.