Tuesday, June 08, 2010
I cannot even begin to tell you the unreal swelling of emotion that we have experienced since last Thursday. My husband was on his way home from the hospital to get ready for his 'work week'. The pulmonologist called and asked him to come to the hospital to talk to his father about hospice care. It was a disaster and full of defensive posturing. Very bad. And it got worse.
Each day is a new day, and each day has proven to be better. We left father in law alone Saturday and Sunday. He called on Monday, and the defensive posturing had ceased (thank you, Jesus). We talked small talk and his favorite cookies that I made for Christmas. His lady friend called me later so that I could understand what was happening on the medical side and to talk a little more in simple words about concerns and thoughts and such.
Father in law called today, and the oncologist confirmed multiple mylenoma for sure and they want to do a bone marrow test. That will happen on Thursday, and we will further understand the stage of it. He is very receptive to moving to a facility that is close to us (thank you, Jesus).
If you had asked me on Saturday night how things were, you would have just been dealing with a person who could do nothing but cry. And for days I have. As stubborn as he is, he is my husband's father. I do not want him to die alone. I do not want him to die in pain. I want to make him his favorite cookies all the time. I guess I have a lot of baking to do for as long as I am given the chance.