Finally managed to escape today to spend some time at the hospital. Apparently, yesterday was an interesting day for my Mom. My Dad's hands were absolutely a mess and they ended up wrapping them with gauze and beginning to use some ointment they use for burn victims. They look like they are charred - that's how awful they are. I am just glad that his feet weren't affected by this too - or he couldn't even walk.
Aside from the hands and his throat is still terrible, he's experiencing what we'll call "chemo brain". He is really in and out of reality right now and does things like ask me who's behind him and what's behind the mirror in his room. He stuck the little push button that controls his pain meds in his ear and said it wasn' t working so he was relieving the pressure. It is so "NOT MY DAD" that I just play along.
One minute he's lucid and the next he's talking about nonsense. This will get better, soon, I hope.
The good news - if there is any- is that his white blood cells went from .2 to .4 and that's a step in the right direction. We want them to go all the way up to 10. Let's hope those neutrophils we were looking for a long time ago start showing up too - they'll help with all the side effects. The only other new thing is they are starting an IV drip of nutrition. He isn't eating, hasn't eaten for 5 weeks really, so they're supplementing with this drip. Why they waited this long to start it, I'll never know - it seems like a no brainer to me.
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