Apart from his temperature and blood pressure going up and down all the time, dad's back with us and beginning to face facts. He's too weak to come home at the moment but he is getting his head back into gear. He has been told to use his walking frame and so he is actually doing that as the Doctor told him, not one of us. He will also be told that he cannot drive the car too as this is just outright dangerous.
He doesn't remember much until yesterday and so a few days are completely wiped out (again). The antibiotics appear to be doing their thing and he is able to get to the toilet (in time) with assistance and so that too is good. He realises that he is too weak to come home and he understands that he needs to listen to what people tell him. He still gets confused and forgets (or makes things up).
So - he's better and with it but he's lost a heck of a lot of weight, can't get around without the frame and still has something not quite right with this infection he's got. I see the chance for Chemotherapy retreating over the horizon as this would have knocked the stuffing out of him and given his immune system a severe shock.
I'm still battling the guilt of going up there or not. Does he need loads of us around his bed or do I wait until he is home and just spend the odd hour there? What will I achieve and so on. I can go on beating myself up all the time about this but perhaps I'll just have a think about it over the weekend.
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