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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Making my peace

My dad was rushed to the ER yesterday because his most recent dose of chemo took the snot right outta him. He does not want to eat due to his mouth being sore and he has no yearning to eat or drink anyway, in spite of the pain. Therefore, he got dehydrated and so weak that he needed to be rehydrated and also some packed red blood cells since his red count was so low. From my understanding these are both fairly common side effects of the chemo.

Due to this, my sister is going down there for Xmas - as is my brother. I won't be able to go. It is not a money thing. It is a work thing. My job is working for a company that works for medical facilities all over the US. Therefore, they don't close. People don't stop getting sick just because SFG wants a vacay. I have only been there since late July and they are already working with me to go see him next weekend. It is not possible for me to take off for Xmas. I have never felt more like shit in my entire life. I am trying to get over it by telling myself that I can easily go see him in the middle of January once everyone at work is back on their schedules, but that does not dispel the idea that this will more than likely be my father's last Xmas and yet, I won't be there.

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Elizabeth at 10:40 AM

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at 11:21 AM Blogger Kami said...

So sorry, hon. Any way you can change weekends? I guess you've thought of that.

Does your dad have a computer? Get you and him some webcams, and go to town, girl.

((((HUGS))))

 
at 1:04 PM Blogger Beth said...

Sorry to hear about Christmas, I am with Kami on the webcams. Thinking of you and your family.

 
at 5:34 PM Blogger Platypus said...

Hang in there honey. Hope your dad starts to feel the effects of the blood etc soon and starts feeling more comfortable.

 
at 6:30 PM Blogger Sandy said...

I don't know what to say ... I'm so sorry.

 
at 7:32 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Well that sucks big donkey dicks.

So sorry, hon.

 
at 9:52 PM Blogger Monogram Queen said...

I can't say anything anyone else hasn't already said. I'm so very sorry :( I hope somehow it works itself out for you. Peace, honey.

 
at 12:24 PM Blogger Fuzzball said...

Hey babe -- I'm sure the docs already told your dad this, but has he tried eating ice while getting his chemo treatments? It's the only thing that kept my mom from getting mouth sores while she was getting her chemo. You chew the ice during the actual process and apparently it helps. I mean it helped my mom. But whatevs, I don't know. Anyway I just wanted to share what little info I have. Love you *HUGS*

 
at 7:23 PM Blogger Kate Giovinco Photography said...

Oh I am so sorry. Are you sure that your company wont be able to get you there for Christmas. It could not hurt to try! I know that you dont want to ask for too much but in this instance I am sure they would understand!

 

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