I talked to Dad today on the phone this afternoon. He was doing alright. However, he seemed to be a little down. Dad stated, “I am just laying here dying.” I called back later to talked to his nurse who had also noticed that Dad was a little off today. He also let me know that Dads white blood cell count had not dropped much and that he was scheduled for surgery tomorrow. The surgery is to put in a feeding tube into the intestine so that he can get nourishment.
The nurse also let me know that one of my brothers, not Eric, and bigger than me, had picked up dad in a wheel chair and taken him with his IV pole down to the day room for a visit. I knew it was Wayne. I called him and he let me know that he had Shonda, his wife and his children where there to see Dad. The children brought him drawings and visited with Dad.
Wayne called me later this evening to let me know that the PET scan, the part that was completed, did confirm that the lesion on Dads femur was cancer. Overall, the information on the amount of cancer and locations does not bode well for Dad in respect to his time here on earth. I get the feeling it is only a couple of months. I even wonder if he will make it out of the hospital. It just seems like this stuff is voracious. I just hope and pray that he can be comfortable in his his remaining days on earth.
