My favorite mid-day phone calls are just never what you expect. My parents came over to Burlington Saturday late afternoon to spend the weekend prior to this morning's chemo appt. Dad had been a bit sleepy/lethargic and had a poor appetite this weekend. So when they showed up for chemo this morning, the doctor's decided not to give him he treatment. Apparently the pre-chemo blood work he had done Saturday show an elevated bilirubin count. With that and the behavior changes this weekend, the doctors think there may be an issue with the stent(s) again.
Plan B: spend the night with us again tonight to be available for surgery in the morning. They will do a general anesthetic so if they find what they think they may find, they can replace/re-stent the current stents. More waiting games.
This whole ordeal is so difficult to watch. I see my father fading away into a thin, lethargic, unrecognizable man. He puts on his mask so that no one really knows what is going on at times. I'm still not sure if that makes it harder on us or not. But my mom deserves a medal and a serious vacation for the stressful, scary, chaotic roller coaster she is on.
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