Thursday, May 25, 2006
Last Sunday, I was sitting on the couch at my parents’ house and, as he passed behind me, my dad patted me on the head. When I looked up at him I thought, “He looks yellow.” Then, I thought, “Nah, it’s just your imagination.” We’ve been watching him so closely, that I thought I was probably overreacting. Well, it wasn’t my imagination. When he and mom went outside for a walk Wednesday, she noticed that his eyes, as well as quite a lot of the rest of him, were yellow.
Occasionally, after a gastrectomy, one of the redirected ducts collapses or becomes clogged and needs to be re-opened with a stent. This is what has happened to dad. So, he now has a nice case of jaundice to go along with all of his other woes. He will have a CT scan today and a procedure to install the stent tomorrow. The doctors said that, on occasion, this particular duct collapses during chemotherapy so, me being a glass half full kind of girl (make mine a nice Chianti, please), better to fix it now than later, I suppose.
The moral of the story is: If someone in your family is turning yellow, say something.
(I stole the cartoon from Hoss.)