Wow.. it’s tense around here.
Wait, that’s an understatement.
Yesterday I got very stressed out and thankfully I had to the chance to get away and go fishing/hang out with Ryan. I decided it will be better to do Zumba on Thursday night this week.
The atmosphere can change in a matter of seconds around here.
We are fighting death. We are fighting against what the world/medical field says. We are not letting go or giving up. It is a tough battle that not just my Dad is fighting. If I start to age quickly, go gray, or something of the sort, you know why.
We switched from Home Health Care to Hospice last week and now we are going to switch back. Hospice’s philosophy is to make the patient comfortable and allow the natural process of death to occur and that is against our philosophy.
My Dad has an newly developed infection and has to get his chemo port removed and a catheter put in the other side. Pray that the minor procedure goes just fine.
Just wanted to let you know I’m alive. I’m too drained to write anymore.