Yesterday, while I was having lunch with some friends my phone began to ring. My husband, my sister and Katja all called to say that my dad was getting worse instead of better. He was only able to whisper a little bit and not really able to cough anymore. The doctors are still unsure if this is all a side effect of the radiation, or if the tumor is growing and compressing the airway. Either way he to too weak to do an x-ray, and the treatment would be the same. I went to the hospital and sat with Katja and him. Carissa drove up early for her Easter break and arrived late last night. Tracey is flying in this afternoon. He asked me to pray with him so I sat on his bed, and we held hands and prayed. As I was leaving for the night, he whispered, "I Love You," and even those are only three little words, they said everything.
1 month ago