The Good, the Bad and the Chemo

Dad goes to the Cancer Institute of Utah every morning for his chemo injections. They check his vitals, do blood tests and pump him full of the awful chemotherapy.

We have been dealing with the yucky side effects of all these drugs for the past few days. A combination of the morphine, the chemo and all the mental, emotional and physical stress has taken a toll on poor Daddy.

The best way I can think to describe it is that he gets a little "loopy" from time to time. It can be a bit scary for us to witness him not remembering how to work a computer or remote control, not knowing whether it is day or night, or why he needs to wear oxygen tubes all day, but we just have to remember that this will pass and it's all part of helping him get better.

The good news is that the doctor told Mom this morning that he is very impressed with Dad's blood counts.

And the best news is that Dad is home. We get to see him whenever we want to and loopy or not, he gives the best hugs.

Here is a really blurry photo taken from my camera phone of some of Dad's grandbabies sitting at the top of his staircase hoping to say hi to Grandpa. When he walked by he heard a chorus of "Hi Grandpa! We love you!"