Today was the first day of chemo for my Dad. I just got off the phone with him and he sounded surpisingly good. He said he felt pretty good, just tired. I know that after just one session it's too early to get my hopes up, but it's hard not to. He said it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He was bored more than anything, he has to sit around for four or five hours while they give him the chemo in doses. He goes again tommorrow. He plans on taking a book to read while he goes this time. He goes twice a month, twice in those two weeks.
I do have to admit that tonight was a phone call I was scared to make. I was afraid what I would hear. I'm glad at least it's starting out better than expected.
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Hey John,
I just read these two recent posts on your dad. I'm sorry you and your family are having to go through this, and I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers. I've never been through this kind of thing (my mom and grandma went suddenly), but I'm thinking, for me, the feelings would come in waves: the joy of living, the sorrow of all kinds of loss -- of hope, of a relationship changing, of stability. It sounds, though, like you have a solid relationship with your folks and are acknowledging the good with the bad. That's a plus -- beats the heck out of denial.
Peace,
Andre
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