You might think that a week's vacation would lead to daily blog posts, but you'd be wrong, as evidenced by this ten-day gap. My first day off, April 2, I did laundry and packed for my trip. Tuesday I flew to Indianapolis, where they had had 3.9 inches of rain that day. Bob picked me up at the airport and took me to their home. After Cynthia arrived home from work, she and I went to a neighborhood restaurant and I had my traditional pork tenderloin sandwich, which doesn't seem to be available where we live. We watched a couple of episodes of " Chopped," but I was having trouble staying awake so I went to bed and slept well. Wednesday I ate breakfast then loaded Cyn's car and left in snow flurries, which soon ended, to drive to my dad's.
I enjoyed my visit. Dad seemed a bit weaker than when I visited last spring. He uses a cane or walker much of the time, his voice was sometimes very soft, and he got cold even with the thermostat at 71. He likes to watch CNN with the volume way up. He seemed to eat well. He occasionally forgot someone's name or couldn't think of the word he wanted, but who doesn't? He expressed appreciation to Claudia for her help and her cooking, especially the carrot cake and cherry pie she made while I was there. Pain pills helped relieve the level 5 or 6 pain.
Although I planned my trip because it was spring break week, it turned out I was able to go with Dad to his first immunotherapy treatment of this second round. Everyone we dealt with at Indians University medical center greeted us with a smile and was helpful throughout the several hours we were there. Because they've been there so often, Dad and Claudia knew several of the clerks and nurses, which made the experience a bit more comfortable. His next treatment is scheduled for April 27.
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