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Sat Sep 13, 2008, 11:21 AM
So, the scoop since the last journal: My dad's had a sizeable portion of his colon removed, tests showed that the cancer managed to spread just a tiny bit, so he's undergoing aggressive chemotherapy to get it all out of his system. Down the line, some radiation treatment is going to be added to the mix.

In the meantime, my Nana (Dad's mom) had a stroke. As a consequence, she was numb down the entire left side of her body. She's recovering well at Oakville Trafalgar Hospital and undergoing rehabilitation. Sensation IS returning to her right side, so she's expected to make a full recovery. I've had the chance to visit her, and I've seen no evidence of any problems with the higher brain functions. She speaks as eloquently as ever, remembers as well as ever, and has her charming grandmotherish wits about her.

What else to say? Work is going well. The church has done a great job of showing my family support in our times of medical troubles. God is good, and what more could I ever ask?

  • Mood: Optimism
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  • Reading: 10 Choices - James MacDonald
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I'm really glad they managed to catch it in your Dad before it could get away. The chemo is no fun, but it really beats the alternative.
Go visit your Nana as often as you can. I've read studies that say when people they recover faster with more mental stimulation. Maybe you could write down her life story?

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I visited her for two hours yesterday. It brings back some memories - I had the chance, so very long ago, to chat with her mother; only it would turn out that her mother was on her death bed at the time.

And of course many things change in that time, too. No longer am I the wide-eyed child astonished at the time before cars and movies and space travel, but instead I'm the loving grandson who understands what it is to love his grandmother and be by her side.

That said, she's doing very well. She was eating on her own when I got there, and that's progression from needing assistence to eat when she was first admitted.

And then one of my most distant aunts showed up with my Papa, shortly after my mother. It was like a mini-reunion.

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