Hello,
It's been a while since I have posted an update on my dad so I thought I'd share. He has had 4 chemo treatments (2 weeks on 1 week off) consisting of cisplatin and irinotecan. He was hospitalized for a week after his first treatment for dehydration due to nausea and diarrhea. The other 3 treatments were uneventful compared to that. He went for a CT scan this past Thursday to see if any progress was being made. Of course we were all anxious to find out daddy progress and very disappointed when the doctor said that she did not have a lot of information for us. Apparently the first scan had been misplaced and they were unable to locate it. Therefore, there was nothing to compare to Thursday's scan. However, she did say that there was nothing "new" on the scan, but the mass in the lung was still there. We already knew the esophageal tumor was still there because he still can't swallow. (He does feel that the chemo has helped some because things do go further down the esophagus but can't get all the way through.) We won't know if anything has shrunk until the 2 can be compared. By the way, we overnighted a copy of the first CT that we had at home and it arrived Friday. The thoriatic expert is supposed to review them Monday.
Sorry this is so choppy. I am scared, worried, and frustrated. My dad-both my parents, really-have been on edge since Thurs. I think we're all scared to find out and scared of the unknown at the same time.
Daddy had a pretty good weekend but around 6:00pm tonight he started feeling bad. He couldn't pin point anything in particular but just felt bad "all over." When I got home 2 hours later I found my husband very sick in the bed with nausea, fever and chills. His first symptom began by feeling bad all over. I am worried about both of them but I am SCARED TO DEATH that I have unknowingly taken this illness to my dad. Both of my parents are aware of my husband's illness and are being very observant. Instead of worrying about being sick my dad called my husband to tell him that he would have sent me home earlier if he'd known he was sick. How sweet is that?
I guess I'm just emotional. I spend every other weekend with my parents and I treasure every minute of it. Even if its cleaning up after he's been sick I consider it a privilege to be able to do that for him. But every time I leave I cry all the way home. Even when I go just for the day to take them to a dr. appt or something I still cry all the way home. Sometimes all I really want to do is to crawl up into his lap and for him to tell me that it is all going to be o.k. I guess no matter how old you are you never stop being your daddy's little girl.
Sorry...I guess I'm just venting a few of concerns and fears. Thanks for letting me do that.