Yesterday my husband called me to tell me he had a "talk" with his dad's doctor. Without breaking any HIPA laws, the doctor alluded that he is "concerned" about my FIL. For the past two months we have been concerned too. Dad has lost a lot of weight without trying. He is lethargic and pale looking. He has been to the doctor and the doctor at first said nothing seems to be wrong. He did have a cold/virus a few months ago and the doctor gave him antibiotics then. Apparently the doctor has run some blood tests on dad and wants to do a stomach scan.
Dad is anemic. I don't know if he knows that yet. The doctor should be telling him soon. My husband and I will just have to wait and see how things play out. Then we will do whatever we need to do to help the situation.
Life is never boring. Is Leukemia in our future? Stomach Cancer? Dad has just seemed "Off" since spring break. I don't know how else to describe him.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
A year of memories...
This past weekend started a year of vivid memories for me. On Sunday it was a year ago that my family and I drove north to visit my mom in the hospital the day before her surgery. I would end up staying there for two more days while my family came home.
I can't believe it's been a year. A year ago I was sitting with Art in the recovery/ICU waiting room. Today would have been my mom's 20th wedding anniversary to Art. It's so sad to know they are both gone. What a difference a year can make.
I am not really looking forward to Mother's Day since I was up north with my mom for that last year too. It was when she said, remembering that she use to work for a brain surgeron, "I knew people who got this disease and they weren't around 6 to 8 months later."
I am hating being alone right now. My mind reflects too much and it makes me scared, sad and lonely. I am trying to get things straight in my brain, work out my emotions...I need to talk, but no one needs to hear my thoughts nor wants to hear my ramblings. Thank goodness I can write here. I need some control.
I can't believe it's been a year. A year ago I was sitting with Art in the recovery/ICU waiting room. Today would have been my mom's 20th wedding anniversary to Art. It's so sad to know they are both gone. What a difference a year can make.
I am not really looking forward to Mother's Day since I was up north with my mom for that last year too. It was when she said, remembering that she use to work for a brain surgeron, "I knew people who got this disease and they weren't around 6 to 8 months later."
I am hating being alone right now. My mind reflects too much and it makes me scared, sad and lonely. I am trying to get things straight in my brain, work out my emotions...I need to talk, but no one needs to hear my thoughts nor wants to hear my ramblings. Thank goodness I can write here. I need some control.
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