How does one help, so far away?

Dad

I was lying in bed the other night, tossing around, because there was a family meeting due in NZ, on a Sunday at 1pm.  My husband, Glenn, and me could not be there.  We live in Saudi.

We get updates on how he is and what's going on.

But getting second hand news is so....second hand.

The meeting was about Dad and his rapid decline in health, in spirit, in physical strength ever since he was placed into care, but more importantly, since he was put in hospital and doped to the eyeballs with drugs, because that's the only treatment modern medicine has for a man with Alzheimers and it's array of behavioural personalities.

Drugs that basically turned him into a zombie, wrecked havoc on his kidneys and made him feel....not right.  In his own words 'Gae, it feels like there's a cover on my eyes'.  Have a look, is there a cover on my eyes?'

But as my husband says, 'What else can they do Gae?'  He's such an annoying voice of reason sometimes.
I can feel so sad and angry and helpless all at the same time sometimes, reason seems a bit, well, reasonable.

We sent an e-mail with our thoughts prior to the meeting.  But it's not like being there.

There are times when I so wish I was home.  I mean, how is one meant to help being this far away.
But really, when I got there, what could I do??