A call from home...

So today i spoke to my Dad as Andrea has now completed her first session of kemo since the cancer has come back in her lungs, she is now going to go for kemo therapy every three weeks. She is now at home and is just sleeping a lot, not her self at all and is not eating much at the moment. So Dad sounded slightly concerned on the phone. But they knew as the doctor warned them that this type of treatment does make you very tired and low on energy.

So dad said that he has been doing all of the shopping, cooking and cleaning which is different as Andrea loves her house and is normally always cleaning and making sure there are fresh candles lit, room fragrance sprayed, and cushions are layed out correctly across the sofa's. But at the moment she is unable to do so and i know she will not be happy about that as she is a very independent women in her own right. We hope that in the next week or two she improves before her next session as she will need to be strong enough to go back into hospital to have another session of kemo therapy.

I keep thinking to my self when i lay awake at night...How must my poor dad be feeling?? Every time i get upset about the horrible situation this disease has put us all in, i have to think that my dad and her two young girls must feel much worst as they are there to see he go through the pain and discomfort day in day out.