Chemo Day 3 wasn't. It did not happen. It was a wash! We did not have a good weekend. By Friday my dad looked like a concentration camp refugee. His eyes were slowly sinking back into his head. He never complained....except to say he was tired. On Saturday....he did not eat much....and went to bed for a nap...at 3. He was still not awake on Sunday morning when I left for church at 7:30. When I got home on Sunday I had some exciting news for him....my cousin Sherry was coming to see him. I just knew that would be a good pick me up....but instead...he was grumpy....because he wanted to go to bed....at 12:45. Sherry arrived at 2...and he DID seem to perk up some. She stayed about an hour....and then my friend Mary came over and we did some video tape footage of my dad. He was very charming as he told his stories and sang his little song - (It is actually Little Jimmy Dickens song)....but my dad has modified to fit his life and everyone who hears it loves it. The song he sings is called "Ole Cold Tater." He actually enjoyed himself for the next couple of hours and then....at 6....it was over, he was in the bed and sound asleep. When I left for school on Monday at 6:45...he was not up. Monday evening was not much better....he looked so tired.....and was in bed again before 7. Today was chemo day....but it could not happen. His creotins were too high and his blood count was too low.....and to top that off....the chemotherapist is gone! I put a call in to the radiologist oncologist and he explained our problem. There is no other chemo man here....so now my dad will have to take chemo somewhere else. Tears began falling....and selfishly....I teach school....here....I had an arrangement with my boss...to go to chemo and relieve my mom....and not have to miss days from class....anywhere else...and I have to take a day off. I am an only child. Dr. Jahraus recommended Trinity...in B'ham. I asked him if we could not consider East Alabama...and Dr. Graves group. He said he would put in a call to her tomorrow....but we missed a chemo treatment....so what now? Well...we now have to meet with Dr. Graves group....if they can fit us in....and work from there....basically start over....Radiation continues each day here in Alexander City....and that too adds a potential problem...Radiation is 5 days a week....and if we have to go out of town....we have to schedule chemo around radiation treatments...in another town....and the circle continues. I felt so useless today. I can't fix this. I can't make it work out. I had to sit down on my porch, have a good cry, and give it over to God.....so Here it is God! Do what you will with this mess....as always....you are constantly cleaning up mess in my life. Thank you for loving me and my family. Amen!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Chemo Day 3
Chemo Day 3 wasn't. It did not happen. It was a wash! We did not have a good weekend. By Friday my dad looked like a concentration camp refugee. His eyes were slowly sinking back into his head. He never complained....except to say he was tired. On Saturday....he did not eat much....and went to bed for a nap...at 3. He was still not awake on Sunday morning when I left for church at 7:30. When I got home on Sunday I had some exciting news for him....my cousin Sherry was coming to see him. I just knew that would be a good pick me up....but instead...he was grumpy....because he wanted to go to bed....at 12:45. Sherry arrived at 2...and he DID seem to perk up some. She stayed about an hour....and then my friend Mary came over and we did some video tape footage of my dad. He was very charming as he told his stories and sang his little song - (It is actually Little Jimmy Dickens song)....but my dad has modified to fit his life and everyone who hears it loves it. The song he sings is called "Ole Cold Tater." He actually enjoyed himself for the next couple of hours and then....at 6....it was over, he was in the bed and sound asleep. When I left for school on Monday at 6:45...he was not up. Monday evening was not much better....he looked so tired.....and was in bed again before 7. Today was chemo day....but it could not happen. His creotins were too high and his blood count was too low.....and to top that off....the chemotherapist is gone! I put a call in to the radiologist oncologist and he explained our problem. There is no other chemo man here....so now my dad will have to take chemo somewhere else. Tears began falling....and selfishly....I teach school....here....I had an arrangement with my boss...to go to chemo and relieve my mom....and not have to miss days from class....anywhere else...and I have to take a day off. I am an only child. Dr. Jahraus recommended Trinity...in B'ham. I asked him if we could not consider East Alabama...and Dr. Graves group. He said he would put in a call to her tomorrow....but we missed a chemo treatment....so what now? Well...we now have to meet with Dr. Graves group....if they can fit us in....and work from there....basically start over....Radiation continues each day here in Alexander City....and that too adds a potential problem...Radiation is 5 days a week....and if we have to go out of town....we have to schedule chemo around radiation treatments...in another town....and the circle continues. I felt so useless today. I can't fix this. I can't make it work out. I had to sit down on my porch, have a good cry, and give it over to God.....so Here it is God! Do what you will with this mess....as always....you are constantly cleaning up mess in my life. Thank you for loving me and my family. Amen!
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