Okay - so Dad doesn't think folks are interested in MY cats on HIS blog - and for those of you who aren't, I apologize. Trying to diversify and talk about something besides being sick, low blood counts, doctor visits, and the latest crisis. It's all so redundant after awhile; and I'm afraid I'm losing folks. But then again; doesn't appear that anyone is reading this besides us, so guess it doesn't matter. Golly - need a BIG piece of cheese with that whine, Deb - didn't mean it that way, but wowie! Sure came out that way! Again, my apologies to one and all. It was meant as an observation, not a whine, nothing more.
Ok - for those of you who don't already know; dad was doing pretty well, red and white blood counts, and platelets, no less, all are out of critical range, for the first time since, oh, well at least mid-June! Unfortunately, his hemoglobin and hematocrit are way down, resulting in tremendous fatigue and weakness. Dr. Roshon, Oncologist, saw him on August 5th, recommending transfusion of two units to see if his energy level would pick up. Couldn't persuade him until the 11th, got the type and cross done on the 12th and finally got the transfusion on the 13th. Seemed to help somewhat.
We'll probably never know the full benefit, since I went home, to Columbus, mid-morning on Thursday, "abandoning" Thistle, my dog. At some point Thursday evening, Thistle escaped the fenced-in yard, and mom and dad spent the rest of the night hunting the little monster - oops, I mean darling; postponing calling me until morning since I worked until mid-night. Of course, the damn dog had his new rabies tag and was wearing old tags from their other dog for just such a "problem", and 30 minutes after sharing the news with me, mom and dad got the call that he'd been found. Thistle had a lovely overnight stay, making friends with a big lab 2 - 3 miles away, got fed canned dog food instead of the dry stuff served at home, and just had such a great time he didn't want to leave after greeting mom and dad with open arms and wagging tail!
Obviously, this took a tremendous toll on Dad - thank God he'd had the transfusion. I can only imagine a much worse scenario had he not had it to fall back on. He's still recovering tonight, and when I go to Columbus from now on, the dog goes with me!
We see an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist tomorrow morning for mom, and if we can get some answers regarding HER health, it will be a tremendous relief to Dad. He's so worried and protective of her, that it's hard for him to focus on himself!
Hospice Nurses continue to visit twice a week, and we aren't utilizing many more services at this time, since he's maintaining. He continues to complain about the "miserable hospital bed", which in my humble opinion, remains a great indicator of his overall status! I'll do my best to keep this updated if he doesn't, but with moving out of my house in Columbus in the next month, it may be skimpy. Hang in there, and remember, "No news is good news!"
Deb
Ok - for those of you who don't already know; dad was doing pretty well, red and white blood counts, and platelets, no less, all are out of critical range, for the first time since, oh, well at least mid-June! Unfortunately, his hemoglobin and hematocrit are way down, resulting in tremendous fatigue and weakness. Dr. Roshon, Oncologist, saw him on August 5th, recommending transfusion of two units to see if his energy level would pick up. Couldn't persuade him until the 11th, got the type and cross done on the 12th and finally got the transfusion on the 13th. Seemed to help somewhat.
We'll probably never know the full benefit, since I went home, to Columbus, mid-morning on Thursday, "abandoning" Thistle, my dog. At some point Thursday evening, Thistle escaped the fenced-in yard, and mom and dad spent the rest of the night hunting the little monster - oops, I mean darling; postponing calling me until morning since I worked until mid-night. Of course, the damn dog had his new rabies tag and was wearing old tags from their other dog for just such a "problem", and 30 minutes after sharing the news with me, mom and dad got the call that he'd been found. Thistle had a lovely overnight stay, making friends with a big lab 2 - 3 miles away, got fed canned dog food instead of the dry stuff served at home, and just had such a great time he didn't want to leave after greeting mom and dad with open arms and wagging tail!
Obviously, this took a tremendous toll on Dad - thank God he'd had the transfusion. I can only imagine a much worse scenario had he not had it to fall back on. He's still recovering tonight, and when I go to Columbus from now on, the dog goes with me!
We see an Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist tomorrow morning for mom, and if we can get some answers regarding HER health, it will be a tremendous relief to Dad. He's so worried and protective of her, that it's hard for him to focus on himself!
Hospice Nurses continue to visit twice a week, and we aren't utilizing many more services at this time, since he's maintaining. He continues to complain about the "miserable hospital bed", which in my humble opinion, remains a great indicator of his overall status! I'll do my best to keep this updated if he doesn't, but with moving out of my house in Columbus in the next month, it may be skimpy. Hang in there, and remember, "No news is good news!"
Deb
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