So with Father's Day this past weekend, I made my what feels like my 100th trip to Pitt this year. My dad had chemo on Thursday so I made it home in time to see the effects kick in. He was exhausted but rallied enough for the 5 of us to have dinner together on Saturday night. He managed to take a nap on Saturday afternoon with his main man by his side - Scoobs! Yep, Scooby has become my dad's napping buddy. I think the fact that my parents got a new comfy bed in an effort to help alleviate my dad's back pain before the diagnosis only adds to the little man's desire to be curled up next to gram-pa. (Yes, I refer to my parents as Scooby's grandparents - since that's probably the closest they'll get from me!)
Sunday my dad had a really rough day. He was in a lot of pain, which was really hard to see. It was probably the hardest day since his diagnosis, actually. There is nothing more awful than seeing a parent in pain and there isn't a thing you can do about it. I can't even put into words how sad I was. Damn cancer! On the flip side, I was able to witness something so grotesque and fascinating at the same time though. The visiting nurse came right before I hit the road to help drain my dad's stomach. He had a permanent drain put in a week or so ago so he can drain the fluid at home. I have a weak stomach for medical fluids and this was no exception. I watched with one eye open, and confirmed my career choice to work in the administrative side of health care. God love health care providers is all I can say!
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