It Could Always Be Worse

Life has began to take on a fast forward slow motion feel.  Everything seems to happen so fast but slow enough to take in each breath.  This has been one of the worst weeks.  I have found that when you love somebody you will do everything in your power to help them, comfort them, and just be there for them.  I watched a family pull together, lean on each other, love each other, cry with each other, and always worry about each other without worrying about themselves.  No matter what life throws at us it could always be worse.  People ask me all the time "how are you doing?"  Honestly, I'm just me.  Some days are good some days are bad, but just like everyone else when I fall I get up brush myself off and continue on.  Dad is a strong strong person, not just mentally but physically.  If I had to pick a hero, it would be him hands down.  He can be an ass, a comedian, a dork, a friend, a dad, a confidant, and a sounding board all in one.  In my world what more can you ask for. 

Treatments are moving along as scheduled.  He finished up his last treatment on the esophagus and hips today.  He will still be sore for a few days but by day 10 (Thanksgiving) his swallowing should become much easier.  Radiation will continue on his bones until Nov. 23 being his last day.  Tomorrow he will have his port put in.  We thought it would be the 17th but guess not.  December 15 we will meet with the oncologist and get chemo started.  Dad will have a choice to make 1 big horse pill a day or 1 IV treatment a week.  The chemo he will be starting has a very good tolerance for patients.  Maybe a little nausea but that's it.  It will help minimize pain and discomfort.  It's all about the quality of life.  Without any treatment were looking at 1-2 months with treatment it's doubled.  Everything is assumptions could be longer could be shorter.  Only god know.  As of the doctor's scales dad has currently lost 10 lbs since Oct. 25th.  You can tell he is losing - the big belly isn't as big anymore.