The day after Christmas and all though the house...trying to get back that grip.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
No kids toys to step on this morning but I need to vacuum. Little kids and the "edible" crackers don't mix. Likewise all the prizes from the explosive crackers. Little gifties scattered around. My "kid" visitors are still snuggled in their beds. DH is trying to get some sleep. I gave up.
My problem was the food. It's the darned EE striking. For one day I tried to give up my own sadness. I made it look liked it worked. There was nothing I didn't eat.
I spent time with my kids explaining the future. Each has their own ideas of what Dad should do so he can get better. I told them tactics had to change so I can have some peace. Hounding him about what to eat won't help because the damage is done. Giving him pep talks on exercise only frustrates him because the nerve signals are gone. He can't move. I had a booklet from the MD to explain the treatment. It was set aside in their own denials.
He came through the procedure from Thursday, ok. More problems were revealed, more biopsies. The MD showed a LOT of sympathy when giving me instructions to call for results and what to do next. I knew this wouldn't get better. There was no relief from the pain from what was done and now there's more. He put on a brave front yesterday.
I'm throwing the leftovers in the trash as soon as my visitors take what they want.