Dad was much better today, though still very weak. His temperature is low, but his blood pressure is great. He had visits from his brother and sister-in-law from Houston and the grand-fabulous Ava.
He still doesn't have a drain tube from his liver, but he isn't jaundiced either. We saw an infectious disease doctor who says his infection is better, but still there. We also saw dad's gastroenterologist who is keeping an eye on him. Basically, we're still waiting for dad to get strong enough to restart his chemo. We didn't see an oncologist today. I'm sure we'll know more about that area of dad's treatment tomorrow.
Laurie Appears to Find Jesus
When the priest came into dad's room today to give him communion, I pushed dad's tray out of the way and the leg of the tray got caught on dad's urine catheter bag. I hit the floor, grabbed the bag and while trying to dislodge the bag, pulled out some sort of plug. Bonnie said later, "I bet the priest thought you got the Holy Ghost or something."
The priest, being in the middle of his priestly duties, never skipped a beat while I kneeled at his feet fiddling with the catheter bag and whispering loudly to Bonnie, "Get the nurse! Get the nurse!"
Dad was never in any danger, but I didn't think it would be a good thing to get urine all over the good priests shiny black shoes. I finally shoved the plug back where I hoped it was supposed to be and stood up thinking I had created an unholy disruption to the communion proceedings only to find that mom and dad and Aunt Laura and Uncle Leonard were oblivious to my maneuverings.
As the priest walked out, the nurses walked in to bathe dad and change his bed and to check out my handiwork on the catheter bag. The nurses suggested we go to lunch and come back, so we grabbed our purses and were headed out the door when the nurse looked at mom's feet and said, "Mrs. Ransonette, you better put your shoes on." Mom was about to go to the cafeteria in her socks.
It's been a long week.