It turned out that there was a buildup of fluid in his lungs, so he was practically drowning. After the fluid was drained, the emergency room said he had pneumonia. After that, he was transferred to Oakland Regional Hospital. There he was given medicine to treat his illness. It was only after they realized the medication wasn't working that they gave my father more tests. After being in the hospital for about half a week, they discovered he had endocarditis. An infection in which bacteria accumulate, usually in the mouth, and enter the bloodstream, then attach to the walls of the heart and destroy the lining. Because of this, his heart started to deteriorate, so the doctor decided to install a fake valve. I remember sitting by my father's bedside in the hospital, worried about whether he was going to make it. I remember looking at him, wondering if he was in pain from the thick, clear tube going down his throat and supplying him with oxygen. I ask him: “Do you think everything will be okay?” What if something goes wrong and you get hurt even more or