Wow, what a difference a port makes. Though I'd rather it be a port of call or a port wine, Dad got his first infusion through the port today and it was so much easier on him. Over and done in two hours and no poking and sticking trying to find a vein that cooperates.
Yesterday Dr. Kritz told him he's a chemo superstar. Dad's one of the few patients he's had who handles it so well. I hope it's shrinking the cancer, too.
Speaking of which, he is finally being scheduled for a second cat scan to see what's happening with the tumor. That will take place in a couple of weeks.
Dr. Kritz read Herbie the riot act about the importance of getting daily activity and he assured him all was safe to do. So yesterday I dropped him at the health club - the big one where Jay plays squash - so he could swim. I felt like a parent leaving her little one at preschool for the first time. Sorry to use that analogy but it's true. I was worried about him getting lost or falling or God knows what. And wouldn't you know, he did fine. He did exercises on the pool and showered and made his way back to the front. He was quite pleased with himself.
Thanks again for your cards and calls and Skype sessions.
P