Well dad is stable I guess you'd call it. He surprises me my being still very cheerful although he has his days - don't we all. He is still hanging on in there but quite weak and needs to take his time and get his breath and that's the thing - his mind isn't going but his body is and he knows it. I just heard that a friend of mine was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer whilst I was away he is in hospital and not so good. In and out of conciousness and not likely to last too long. It is a shame as he and I were only talking about Dad in January (or was it February) and he was complaining about a few minor ailments and bang, that's arrived and within weeks he is seriously ill.
In some ways I'm surprised my dad has made it this far, he wasn't expected to at all although his prognosis of 6 months to 4 years gives plenty of room for the health specialists. I'm planning to go up soon to see the folks, I ring everyday really just to make sure mum has somewhere to off load what she is going through. My brother isn't "good" at that sort of listening regime. I'm a lot better at hearing the words that he doesn't want to hear. I think that there's a lot to be said for looking after the carer a little more, they have to be there all the time and live with the consequences.
Anyway, he's as well as can be and still doing well despite what is actually happening to him.
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