Day 11 After Chemo – Trouble Swallowing?

9:00am

Dad and I both slept in this morning. I slept until about 8:30 and Dad until a little after 9:00. It was time change for fall, so technically we both slept even later. At any rate, Dad got up this morning not quite as spunky as yesterday. He had a little coffee and ended up falling asleep in the recliner before he even ate breakfast.

The day was pretty calm, but Dad did have a hard time swallowing his food today.

5:30pm

Eric and I were sitting in my home office with Dad just talking, and I noticed Dad was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. He finally said that the only place he is truly comfortable is in the recliner. He said that his hip had been bothering him today, and mentioned that he would take another pain pill soon. It’s hard to imagine that someone who is so set against taking pain medication is now living his life filled with morphine. I am ok with it because I know that it is either morphine or days filled with pain, and if there is one thing we can try and control, it is Dad’s pain.

7:00pm

I made leftover pasta from last nights dinner. My sister and her boyfriend came over to visit, and Eric and Austin were home from hunting. Brooke went to her last “Paper Plates Awards” tonight. This is when all of the girls on the soccer team receive an award made from a paper plate. I will let you know tomorrow what Brooke’s award was. Last year it said “Most Likely to Throw Hands”. Not sure if that makes me proud or embarrassed, but at least I know that she can handle herself.  I made Dad a plate, and a few bites in we noticed he was having difficulty swallowing his food. I asked him if he wanted me to make him some soup that would be easier to swallow and he declined. Pasta should have been just as easy anyway, but I was pulling at strings.

He enjoyed watching the Pittsburgh Steelers win today, so that was a plus.

It’s 9:30pm and my sister is gone for the night. Dad said he will be going to bed soon.

Tomorrow is another day of the unexpected, but it seems like every day is even more unexpected than we anticipated.

9:50pm

Dad just said good night.

 

 

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