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Sep. 27th, 2008 11:43 pmAnd it's been a fun time in Oshawa the last few days.
Dad's feeling some better, and slightly less confused, but he's no longer able to run in any Olympics - he'll test positive for steroids (they're keeping the cancer in his brain down to a temporarily manageable level). The frustrating part for him is he knows he's doing something stupid, but goes ahead and does it anyway.
Great, he's regressed to a teenager. (I laugh, lest I cry. Dad's doing enough crying for the entire family.)
Shortly after I arrived, Dad went to use the bathroom. His choices were (1) straight ahead to the washroom, (2) to the right to the kitchen; (3) to the left to the front hallway. He chose a 90 degree turn to port rather than full steam ahead, recognized something was wrong, but couldn't figure out the correct route to the washroom... until after I pointed it out to him. Three times.
Ouch.
The doctors are saying the cancer is currently impacting the perception centre of his brain. He has double vision, occasional dizziness (still), reduced (not eliminated, just reduced) short-term memory and pain.
I fear the time has been reduced from months-rather-than-years to weeks-rather-than-months.
Pat and Phil were there on Thursday, Kathy & JP have been there since late-late Friday night, leaving tomorrow afternoon. Pat will be back Thursday, staying overnight until Friday. Kathy & JP will be back in three weekends... assuming that nothing utterly disastrous happens in the meantime.
I refuse to take bets that nothing utterly disastrous will happen. The chances of something utterly disastrous happening in the next three weeks are uncomfortably high.
Dad's feeling some better, and slightly less confused, but he's no longer able to run in any Olympics - he'll test positive for steroids (they're keeping the cancer in his brain down to a temporarily manageable level). The frustrating part for him is he knows he's doing something stupid, but goes ahead and does it anyway.
Great, he's regressed to a teenager. (I laugh, lest I cry. Dad's doing enough crying for the entire family.)
Shortly after I arrived, Dad went to use the bathroom. His choices were (1) straight ahead to the washroom, (2) to the right to the kitchen; (3) to the left to the front hallway. He chose a 90 degree turn to port rather than full steam ahead, recognized something was wrong, but couldn't figure out the correct route to the washroom... until after I pointed it out to him. Three times.
Ouch.
The doctors are saying the cancer is currently impacting the perception centre of his brain. He has double vision, occasional dizziness (still), reduced (not eliminated, just reduced) short-term memory and pain.
I fear the time has been reduced from months-rather-than-years to weeks-rather-than-months.
Pat and Phil were there on Thursday, Kathy & JP have been there since late-late Friday night, leaving tomorrow afternoon. Pat will be back Thursday, staying overnight until Friday. Kathy & JP will be back in three weekends... assuming that nothing utterly disastrous happens in the meantime.
I refuse to take bets that nothing utterly disastrous will happen. The chances of something utterly disastrous happening in the next three weeks are uncomfortably high.
