The day started off wonderful. Dad was up most of the night so he was extremely tired. He decided not to shower so we went with him smelling like pee. I decided a long time ago not to insist he shower or change clothes when we go to the doctor because when he did, they always thought he was "fine" based on his appearance and the way he was acting.
Anyway, I take him to the VA hospital where his appt is. We get in there and find out that it's a LONG (I mean LOOOOOOONG) walk to the clinic. He has congestive heart failure and REFUSES to allow me to push him in a wheelchair. So we walk slowly and with him holding onto the walls to keep from falling. Does
that look any less ridiculous than sitting in a wheelchair??? At that point, I'm starting to get a little frustrated but I keep it to myself.
We finally get to the clinic and we're sitting there for 10 minutes and he thinks that's too long. "I shouldn't have come. I hate this sitting and waiting" blah blah blah......
Ok, getting a little more frustrated but still able to keep it under wraps.
They call him into the room and he falls asleep waiting for the doc. Good. Peace and quiet.
The doc comes in and gives us some good news. The meningioma has not grown and is not cancerous. No surgery reccomended at this time. We'll do another MRI in six months and if it hasn't grown, we'll wait another six months and do another. The surgeon said they rarely grow at dad's age so nothing to worry about.
Now dad's happy. He's ready to go to Alabama to see my sister. I'm ready for him to go NOW! But he has one more doc appt to get through on the 24th before he can go. It was on the 10th but I just had to reschedule that because I have to work the day he was supposed to go.
Anyway, he's back to sleeping days and staying up at night. that can be good for me as I have some time for peace while he's sleeping. I feel blessed lately that dad has been fairly pleasant, even enjoyable sometimes. But I still can't wait to have the alone time with my dh and ds. Oh and I must include Nipsy (my Jack Russell/Toy Fox Terrier) and Sammy (my son's guinea pig).
All is well..........just for now...........I have peace and serenity.........until dad awakes.
Love, Barb
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