My dad has now been in intensive care for three weeks. After two weeks we were seeing a slight improvement in that he opened his eyes, nodded, gripped our hands and we were starting to feel very positive. Unfortunately he then became very unstable due to an internal bleed and had emergency surgery and now we seem to be back at square one again. In the past week he has been completely sedated again and doesn't seem to know we are there. My mum and I share the visiting - she will go for four days in a row and then I go for three (to give each other a break - it is amazing how physically and mentally draining just sitting in a hospital can be). Reading other stories some only seem to be in ICU for a week or so though speaking to relatives at the unit we are at some of their loved ones have been there months. It is a very tough time as it is so unknown and you just don't know what is going to happen next. I think I have become immune to all the machines and people crying and we do regard ourselves as one of the lucky ones at the moment as the doctors do seem to have a plan and have never said anything negative in respect of his treatment. It's just such a long slow process. I guess every patient is very different but is very hard when there just seems no end in sight.