Wednesday, October 29, 2003

This is going to sound terrible, but my father looks great since he got cancer. I just went down to see him and he's dropped 30 pounds. For my arrival, he put on tight, red plaid pants from the 70s and a rayon shirt to emphasis his new, svelte self. He looks 15 years younger. We both agreed radiation and chemo become him. At least for now (actually, the weight loss came from the week in hospital, but play along, won't you?)

Needless to say, he's been taking all this pretty well. Now that the morphine has worn off (he still has no memory of me being with him in the hospital for two nights), he's diving into the post-op treatment. It's pain in the ass and it makes him very tired, but at least there's a feeling of forward motion, of getting a job done. Guys need that. He's six into 44 radiation treatments and the nausea has been minimal. Natalie scored him some very high-end anti-nausea pills (retail price, $80 each), so hopefully he'll get through these next four weeks with a minimal amount of time clutching the toilet.

Go Dad go. And thanks for the good words from many of you out there. Especially the folks I've never met before.

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