My baby sister called me today- I already had a headache and the Canadian paparazzi were following me around- my sister never calls during the day- as soon as she answered, the phone was dead- I asked if she was OK and she said she was still a bit shaken- what's wrong? I asked- and she said that dad was in intensive care because he was having a hard time breathing- I rushed there and he didn't know us. He's severally dehydrated- I drove 85 miles to outrun the camera guys- I was so upset- we sat down with Dr. Quarles, who was really nice- and decided not to code him if he codes- the doctor is having a hard time getting his heart rate down- I made the decision to let him live the rest of his life comfortable- so I told them, against orders years ago, to let him have thickened fuilds and foods by mouth- my dad is always thirsty- he kept a large mug of ice water by him- so I knew that would be torture if he didn't have fluids- I knew it could come to this( the battle with peumonia) and I'd do it all over again- I want the best for daddy. I let the doctor know to not answer any questions from the press- I'm sooo stressed out- I'll know more tomorrow evening. Keep daddy in your prayers. He has been so proud of me- he listens to me on the radio and even went with me on my first book tours. I hope, after his heart rate is down and he is hydrated- he will know who I am- you know- sitting in an ICU room makes you think what's really important- and its family.