Boy, I could tell I wasn’t in Indianapolis any more. I think I sat behind more farmers on their big tractors than I did in the waiting room at the hospital waiting on my Dad’s procedure. Tuesday was the big day. They went in and took out an egg sized tumor from my Dad’s bladder. Along with the tumor they did a biopsy of several other areas of the bladder to see where all it was.
While waiting on him, the whole family was there, even my (almost) four-year old nephew. One of his favorite things to do is ride the elegator AKA elevator. So, up and down we went, several times. But it didn’t go as fast as he liked and he tired of that pretty quickly. I was sort of glad, because I was getting kind of dizzy! I do love that he likes to spend time with me when I’m around. I never had any kids of my own, on purpose, and wasn’t sure they would even like me. But he seems to, and that makes me happy!
When we got dad back to the room after the procedure everyone asked him how he was doing. He said pretty good, but his “pecker” hurt and with that said, we all knew he was doing fine. He has strict instructions NOT to ride his tractors or four wheelers or the mule….basically and heavy-duty golf cart. That will probably be the hardest for him. He can’t sit still, never has been able to. I think I got that characteristic from him. I have a hard time sitting still even trying to watch a movie.
Today, Rusty, Dad and Jenny went back to Vincennes to see what the biopsy said. Apparently the cancer is only in the lining and not the muscle and that is a good thing. If it was in the muscle they would have to remove the bladder, it’s not, so they are going to inject some sort of virus inside him so it will attack the bladder and kill the cancer. Sounds very science fiction to me, but if it works I suppose that is all that counts!!
He has an appointment on the 24th, to do another biopsy and I plan on being there for that. Some of the best conversations I EVER had with my mom were in the waiting room, hospital room or when she was getting her chemotherapy. While I wouldn’t wish cancer on anyone, I will say, it certainly has a tendency to bring people together. And if it doesn’t, shame on you for not letting it!
Have a Happy Easter…..