My week got away from me. It has been crazy busy.
Dad had his port removed today! He will be free to take showers again, starting tomorrow. Those little things we take for granted are very much appreciated by Dad these days.
Now, of course, we just sit and wait, to see if the body responds to this last effort. And pray. The doctors have done all they can do, and all that medical science allows. On one hand, Dad is relieved to be done with everything. On the other hand, there is nothing left to try, and it gets scary now. This is where faith comes in to provide comfort - either way.
Hubby is coming down with a bug of some sort. We need for that to leave before his rescheduled surgery date gets here. Hurry up and heal already! LOL I have to keep Hubs and Dad apart, as Dad cannot afford to pick up a bug right now. Dad is thin, but he's a tall man, and I had a hard time helping him navigate by myself. We managed it though.
Dad was a little worried. He said if I go down, everyone is in trouble!
You know, I thought about that on the way home. He's right. I'm the key person right now. Everyone is relying on me - absolutely everyone. I have no right to be at an unhealthy weight, when others need me and are counting on me. I'd feel guilty, except I've been working hard these last six months to change course. I'm getting a little tired of working so hard and not seeing much movement on the scale though. I try not to let that discourage me, and stick to the plan. Still, I hope this week I'll see things start to move again. I'm getting tired, and need the morale boost I guess.
No pity parties, I know! Hey, if Dad isn't feeling sorry for himself, what right does anyone else have to do otherwise? We live to fight another day, after all.
Well, I'll do some blog reading this evening and tomorrow, and catch up on some housework. Now that Dad is on an even keel, after the bad week he's had, I am hoping I can get back to a normal routine myself. I haven't had two minutes to read anyone's blog this week, and I miss you guys!