He went for his CAT scan today, before he gets his fourth chemo tomorrow.
It has cleared up by 75%!!!!
We all cried, this is so great, I am so grateful. Our prayers were heard and it's not his time to go yet. What a miracle... Love you dad :)
Wednesday 24 October 2012
Thursday 11 October 2012
It's been a while
Sorry, if anyone has actually been following this, college has been hectic and I have been completely buried under all my work now that the end of the year is fast approaching us.
My dad went for his third session of chemo about a week ago exactly I think. After every session the first week at home being around him is hell. He goes quiet and he looks like he's in pain.. and also as if he is emotionally just drained completely and it is so heart breaking to see. And then I just keep telling myself "just a few more days, then he'll lighten up, just a few more days..".
He also eats less and less after every session which is so worrying. He doesn't want to eat and his fluid intake is also decreasing.. I still want to ask him if he's thought about going to the hospital for a nutrition drip. Apparently the doc doesn't mind that he doesn't eat, as long as he keeps drinking whatever non-alcoholic beverage he wants.
The other day my boyfriend asked me how I deal with it because I seem to be so 'okay'. I told him it's because it's not necessarily believable even though I see my dad going through this process, the fact that he has a 50% chance of surviving/dying still seems so unrealistic to me.. Imagine a world without my dad. Nope, can't do that, it's impossible. I'm scared to shit, and there's nothing I can do but to keep positive.
I hope he knows how much we all love him.
My mom said something worth remembering today:
You can look at it from three points of view - either your glass is half empty or half full, or you can thank God that you at least have something in your glass.
Makes one think, doesn't it?
My dad went for his third session of chemo about a week ago exactly I think. After every session the first week at home being around him is hell. He goes quiet and he looks like he's in pain.. and also as if he is emotionally just drained completely and it is so heart breaking to see. And then I just keep telling myself "just a few more days, then he'll lighten up, just a few more days..".
He also eats less and less after every session which is so worrying. He doesn't want to eat and his fluid intake is also decreasing.. I still want to ask him if he's thought about going to the hospital for a nutrition drip. Apparently the doc doesn't mind that he doesn't eat, as long as he keeps drinking whatever non-alcoholic beverage he wants.
The other day my boyfriend asked me how I deal with it because I seem to be so 'okay'. I told him it's because it's not necessarily believable even though I see my dad going through this process, the fact that he has a 50% chance of surviving/dying still seems so unrealistic to me.. Imagine a world without my dad. Nope, can't do that, it's impossible. I'm scared to shit, and there's nothing I can do but to keep positive.
I hope he knows how much we all love him.
My mom said something worth remembering today:
You can look at it from three points of view - either your glass is half empty or half full, or you can thank God that you at least have something in your glass.
Makes one think, doesn't it?
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