That sort of day

Poor old dad is feeling it these days and a trip to the bathroom takes it out of him and he finds it tiring and his energy levels are all over the place, his diet appears to be an issue as it fluctuates and affects him depending on what it is and it either agrees with him in which case he is fine or disagrees with him and he gets minor set backs.


Cancer is indeed a nasty disease (as I suppose all life threatening and serious illnesses).  By that I mean they rob you of your dignity, your self esteem, your self confidence and you tend to find that you are equally affected by what you think other people think of you and how they treat you.  It affects your relatives and your immediate family.  My mum is obviously affected having to live with her husband of over 50 years disintegrating before her eyes.  I call her everyday to see how dad is but in reality I'm also making sure she is talking to me and getting whatever is on her mind off it.  


We are very much in tune with each other and sometimes we have a long conversation and other times a long one.  It doesn't need to be about anything really does it, just as long as it is someone different to talk to and that's my main purpose in the call.


I'm still feeling a little up and down each day that's just the way it is when after 18 months to 2 years work you don't get any interest in even talking to you.  It makes a big difference if someone just appreciated the effort that had been invested and didn't dismiss it after a few moments reviewing it for key words which is what it feels like.