Dad was battling some nausea today while I was there. It is just miserable - he's miserable....
The Happy Dance continues a little - his WBC count went up to .5 today and I haven't heard about his ANC level.
Dad was diagnosed with pneumonia yesterday. That's very scary to me, but they seem pretty non-chalant about it. He's on a couple antibiotics now and a steroid, I think. I get confused about all the meds. There are so many. Hopefully, the white cell count and ANC counts will start to help work against the pneumonia too.
Dad was trying to watch Invictus today and was dozing in and out. I think he was getting annoyed that Mom and I were chatting as he was watching. Girl talk, what are you going to do?
He was a lot more alert than the last couple days, so that's a good thing. He's still lethargic and weak, but more alert.
Keep us in your prayers now, especially. It seems like these past several days have been some of the darkest yet. I am missing my Dad's sense of humor lately. He is just not himself. Please send up wishes too, find that lonely star tonight and stick a wish right on it for us. Can't hurt, right?
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