The periods of waiting for answers or waiting to get something scheduled has by far been the hardest part. Once there is a plan in place the anxiety seems to ease up. Even when it’s bad news, just knowing what is going on is easier on us.
Dad is at the end of the road with chemo and has switched clinics so he could get theraspheres. It took forever for insurance to approve it, and more the clinic if dragging its feet scheduling the mapping. It’s been over seven weeks since his last chemo treatment and the cancer was growing even then. I’m terrified of what’s going on in there without any treatment at all. Once the mapping is done, it will be two weeks before they do one lobe and another two before they do the other.
He’s getting so much weaker, and it breaks my heart. Last night my daughter said she misses making pizza with him. He is the most involved grandpa ever and my kids miss that. I already miss him. I know it hurts him so much, maybe more than it hurts me.