Dad has his appointment tomorrow to review how his chemo is going so far and Woz is feeling slightly better though is not actually better.
I spend every day feeling actually sick to my stomach with worry about what will happen that day. My heart rate is permanently fast.
Dad sounded chesty today and is coughing rubbish up indicating that he may in fact have a chest infection. If e does there is no chance he'll be having chemo next week which will not only hold back his progress but will also devastate him (and us).
W is due back to work two weeks today and I really any see how he'll cope.
To top it all off I have a painful vein in my thigh and have bought myself to a walk in centre as I'm now paranoid that it'll be DVT or similar. This last few months have made me think that anything is possible and little things that might have worried me a bit before now seem possible and terrifying.
Praying that this time tomorrow we'll have had the appointment and it'll be good news. Doubtful though...
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