My weekend in Tampa with my dad is over. It was hard, folks. Seeing your parent so weak and ill is very difficult. I held myself together until my aunt picked me up this morning. As soon as I was out of his house I was crying. I hurt for him and that we can’t do anything to help him. He is in such pain on a daily basis and barely gets out of bed to socialize. He kept apologizing for not being better company but he was as good as he could have been.
My stepmother has done a lot of the work for him. I have a 15yr old brother that lives there but he’s not very helpful. I also feel like she might be pushing my dad too much to get up and go even when he is feeling awful. She was lecturing him on getting out of bed to socialize even though we all knew he was having a very bad day This was frustrating because I just wanted him to relax and rest as needed. She thinks he may be milking the pain excuse but I don’t think so. He has a lot going on inside his body right now. Soon they have to go in and stretch his esophagus again because it’s shrinking due to the radiation treatment he had. This means difficulty eating and he is losing weight again. Such a small guy now and that’s not his nature.
In good news I was able to get a different seat on the plane so that I hopefully won’t be crowded. On the way to Tampa I had a entire row to myself. This flight I’m hoping for someone not switching into the middle seat of my row so that it’s just two of us with a chair between. Big hips do not like small plane seats.