Hubby’s dad seems to be feeling better. His stats prove it. After two surgeries, plus multiple other procedures, a big chunk of the tumor has been removed, his kidneys are draining via two tubes inserted into each side of his back, and the irrigation of his bladder is resulting in bags of less- and less-red-looking fluid. He’s still confused, but not to the point of hostility (at least, during the day), amiably accepting each time he is reminded he’s in the hospital and can’t get up to take a shower or that Hubby’s uncle isn’t expecting him for lunch.
We’ve been on rotating “shifts” the past few days, Hubby’s uncle early in the morning, then his brother, then Hubby and me, and finally a nurse the family hired to stay with my father-in-law overnight. He’s hardly slept, which is probably why nights have been so difficult for him. He asks when his sons will visit him, calls them in the middle of the night, tries to get out of bed, pulls at tubes and tape and the cannula up his nose.
This is what still worries me. Hubby extended his visit by four days, hoping that his dad will be released by then, hoping that he can help his dad get re-settled at home before he leaves. My hope is that, once he’s back in a familiar environment, the confusion will
stop lessen considerably. They are in the process of getting someone to stay with him at least 10 hours a week, just to check on him, take him shopping (that’s a whole ‘nuther story–how he lost his license), make sure he’s keeping up with his daily routines.
I’m leaving tonight. Without my husband. I’ll be traveling alone again, but if the last time proved anything, it’s that I’m a big girl and I can handle it. Still, I hate to leave him with so much uncertainty. He has to come back in four days, regardless of how his dad is doing. We can’t extend his stay any further than that. For one thing, the day he is now set to arrive is the day we’re both to start a round of antibiotics for this upcoming IVF cycle. For another, I’ll miss him. And he ‘s already saying how much he’ll miss me.
So, while I leave tonight feeling better about his dad’s physical health improving, there is still so much we just don’t know. And that includes when we might be able to come back for another visit and/or for good.
I told Hubby the other day–only half-joking–that when he gets back, we need to take another vacation to recover from this one.