Nothing like spending the afternoon waiting at the doctors office with my dad.
His health has not been improving, basically remaining stagnant. He’s still fatigued, more and more back pain, and the struggle continues with getting fluids & food down his system. We learned that the last xray on the 18th continues to show fluid (or something) in the lower right lung. His temp is good, blood pressure good, weight at 150.5 lbs. I think he’s lost about 8lbs in the past three weeks. Hemoglobin level at 7.9. Not good.
So what happened today: He ended up getting a CT scan at 5pm to get a better look into his lungs and vertebrae. Tomorrow, Tuesday, I’ll take him to Riverbend for his third blood transfusion (third times a charm??? Right???). Once the results return on the scan, the doctor will be able to better direct how best to tackle whats going on. It could mean more antibiotics for a week then back to chemo or something I don’t even want to think about. I can see that I’ll be spending a lot more time in Eugene this week.
Funny things brought up in conversations: My sister called before the appointment and told our father that he “sounded more chipper”. He thought she said “are you licking a flicker?” Oh dear! Flickers are a type of wild bird in our area. That comment kept popping up until I left at 8pm. We also had a conversation about an older TV commercial by “Crooked River Bob”. Some of you Oregonians might know who I’m talking about. He used to flip around his cowboy hat and say something about” giving you a good deal or he’ll eat his hat”. How that conversation came about, I have no idea.
How’s my brain handling all this? Well, as I sat in the parking lot at the grocery store after the appointment, I somehow managed to set off the panic button on the car key. I’ve never done that before! I think my brain is in a touch of panic, but I just have to keep moving forward (after turning the alarm off). One day at a time. Tomorrow we’ll deal with the 5hr blood transfusion and getting more fluids into his system.