Of course usually Mom is the one who deals with this. I only know what I have been told and I found out accidentally. So I am sure there are things about his cancer that I don't know. Dad is not a fountain of knowledge on the subject. Then again he might be but just can't tell me what he knows because he can't get his brain to allow his voice to say the words he wants to say. Mom can barely talk because of the tracheotomy so it is hard to get information out of her right now. I wasn't prepared to deal with cancer, then again I wasn't prepared to deal with my mother almost dying five times.
Dad has been out of sorts these last few days. I know the surgery is on his mind. He has been getting ready for it for a week now. Usually he doesn't know what day it is and thinks he needed to go to the hospital for the surgery over and over again. He has been having more trouble sleeping than usual. Today he came downstairs after bed to see if I knew his ID number for the VA. He couldn't remember if he had the number right.
I am worried that I will over sleep. I don't wake up well, I don't do mornings well. If I could sleep all day I would. Maybe I should stay up all night. Probably not, I am sure driving on the snow covered roads while falling asleep isn't the best idea. Of course that is just the beginning of my worries.
This is a surgery, he will be put under anesthesia and there is always a chance that he won't wake up. I made sure to take him to visit Mom today, just in case. Ugh, I hate even thinking that. But one thing I have learned in the last few months is in the blink of an eye life can change. The wind can knock a person over and cause a cascade of one health crisis after another. A surgery can not go as planned.
Of course the house is quiet tonight it is my ex's night with the kids. So my mind can easily dwell on all the bad that can happen. I wish the kids were her to distract me a little. I almost brought B back home because D was yelling at both kids and she claimed to not know why. I tried to talk to him to find out what was going on, but he refused to speak to me. Sometimes he can be just as bad as a pouting child. So I don't know what was going on. She wanted to come home and if I didn't have to take Dad to the hospital so early I would have gotten her.
So many worries and I try to focus on the good, the fun and the happy. I had a visit from a friend today. We grew up on the same block. She helped me do some deep cleaning because my hip has been preventing me from doing a lot. It just doesn't prevent me from worrying!