This morning at around 1:30 a.m., my brother, Wayne received a call from my mom asking to come help get my dad into the car so that we could take him back to the hospital. He was doing so well. Yesterday he was walking all around the house without a walker, but my mom had mentioned that he was freezing cold. I didn’t really worry too much because he IS going through chemotherapy and there are quite a few side effects. As long as he was moving and eating, and had good color, I was happy.
He has a urinary tract infection and I know it can hit older people pretty hard. They admitted him back to ICU and from what I hear my dad is not a happy person. He’s been in the hospital this whole month and just wants to be in the comforts of his own home. I wouldn’t worry about his UTI; this afternoon his blood pressure dropped from 110 to 70 instantly. That’s what we’re all concerned about. Somehow we have to get his blood pressure regulated. We can’t take care of him at home like this and he can’t stay in the hospital for 5 months while he’s getting treatment either.
The good news is, he has the best doctors and they will work out his treatment to where it’s tolerable and still save his life. This is just a huge bump in the road, one that we will get through, but I wish we didn’t have to. We all know that God is with us but we want our dad well again.
I don’t think they’re planning on keeping him in the hospital long this time. They want him to come back home in a couple of days.
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