I meant to post this blog everyday beginning on Nov 1st, but life had other plans for me. So I am going to try to post one here on out for the remainder of my dad's living days.
It has been a very trying last couple months, actually ever since my we leaned dad has 6 months left.
Let's rewind to November 1st. After working close to what felt like 24 hours for the 2018 Open Enrollment software release, I called my parents as I normally do every morning to see how they are. All seemed okay. I asked my normal questions of whether dad ate, took his medicine and if he had a bowel movement yet. Dad didn't eat, nor did he take his meds yet, but he did have a bowel movement. I take 1 for 3 as a small win for the day.
November 2nd, I get a call first thing at 830 from my dad. He sounded desperate, asking if I can come over with my laptop. I ask him why and he pleads that he wants to take Megace because it made him plump before. Historical note, early 2016 dad was placed on Megace to help with his appetite during his first round of chemo. it helped him tons but also caused him to have multiple pulmonary embolisms. He was rushed to the hospital on 12/19/2015 due to this. I remember that day to the T because it was my birthday. Back to 2017, he begged me to call the doctor to get a prescription. I called and was not successful because she didn't have any openings. I applied for a medical marijuana card so we get him so marijuana. Even bought his edibles.
November 3rd, I start my day with my dad. We head to the medical offices to first get his labs, pick up prescriptions for mom then off to his check up. All went ok. His vitals were great. All seemed good until we took his weight. He now weighs 104 pounds. He started the year at 150ish. While there, he gets a bag of fluids to help him feel better. I'm optimistic that he will try the edibles to help boost his appetite. We left the doctors office without Megace but with a 5 day course of prednisone. prednisone helped dad with less risk. Dad tried edibles and didn't like them. I was hoping we can ease into smoking it.
November 4th. I wake up excited. Today is the day my dad will smoke some weed to get the munchies. This coupled with Prednisone will be a for sure cure for this loss of appetite. I get to my dad's house and learn he didn't take the prednisone. He didn't even eat breakfast. I talk him into waking up and eating something, to no avail. I head out back to garden for an hour before I try again with my dad. Luckily this time around he's more compliant. We head outside to smoke a bowl. He has a hard time with smoking it cause his throat hurts and his lungs hurt from not smoking in a long time. I'm seeing he's getting more relaxed but don't think it's enough to give him the munchies. I'm starting to lose hope. He only smoked a bowl that was even packed. I tried to get him to smoke another bowl before I head home and nothing. All he wants to do is sleep. Mission smoking weed for the munchies failed.
November 5th. Dad asked me to come back so he can smoke again. I head over and both he and mom are still asleep. I wake them up after I have breakfast and no smoking weed today. He doesn't feel good and doesn't feel like smoking any. I bought them some breakfast from McDonald's so they can ear but the smell of the food makes him gag. I plead with him to eat so he can take his medicine. He says he wants jello, so I head to the store to buy it. He puts a spoonful in his mouth and nothing, can't even eat it. I have a hard talk with him telling him that if he doesn't eat he won't make it to his birthday in February. I ask him how can I help and he just doesn't know. he says his stomach doesn't want to eat. this i know, is a sure sign that his body is giving up on him. I'm praying he makes it to Thanksgiving so he can see his boys.
I'll be praying he can find the strength to eat to make it another week....
