Busy, busy, busy

That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

Well my Dad is hospital at the moment after having a stent put in his gullet to 'hopefully' help him swallow better.  It appears that the stupid cancerous lymph node is getting in the way and causing some narrowing.  I guess the update so far (which is what this is turning into) is that after the chemo the radiotherapy did some further shrinking of the tumours.  However (and there always seems to be one of those pesky adverbs) it appears there is another small growth on the adrenal gland.  So whilst there was some good news at his last oncology appointment there was also some bad.  The treatment now involves medication, the name of which escapes  at this point in time, to at the least maintain the status quo.

So what am I saying here?  It's a tough time for him.  It's hard for the rest of us who feel we can do little more than observe.  But we need to remember that trying to keep spirits up is important.  We need to keep kicking his backside when he slips.  We need to make him laugh when we can and at other times we just need to be there for him.  As a family we think he's great.  As a husband, father and grandfather (to all seven of the terrors of various sizes) and as a friend and mentor (even if us kids always knew more than him - and of course still do).

Do me a favour and next time you throw a prayer to any deity you may worship or just think good thoughts please give him a shout out for luck.