It’s been almost 6 weeks without a visit to the hospital. I continue to feel physically well; no symptoms of the cancer. That’s a good thing. However, my wife mentioned an analogy that seems particularly appropriate: I feel as if there is a bomb in the room — it may never go off, but it’s there and I cannot see the timing mechanism. In a couple of weeks I will go in to have the “timing mechanism” assessed again (I have a re-staging CT scheduled for June 15 and will receive the results on June 18).
This past weekend, the family and I traveled to Florida to visit with my father and MaryBeth’s grandmother. As I have mentioned previously, my father continues to have difficulty with his breathing. He continues to work with his doctors to figure out why his breathing is so labored. We hope for the best. It was a good visit, though. I was afraid for the worst after hearing reports of his continued trouble. I’m glad things were better than expected.
Visiting with MaryBeth’s grandmother was similarly good. Her mother, while physically healthy, is suffering from dementia, and while she recognized us (most of the time), she had a hard time remembering exactly which one of us was who. She really enjoyed spending time the the kids though. We visited in the morning for about an hour and then again for about an hour in the afternoon. As with my father, it was a good visit and things didn’t seem as dire as we had imagined.
We also had the opportunity to visit Ft. Desoto state park and play on the beach there. The surf was very mild and the kids had a great time playing.
Well, that’s all for now. I’ll post again later; certainly when I get my scan results.