I went with my Dad for his chemo session today, but he was unable to have it. White blood cell count was too low, plus he was dehydrated. So, far his weight isn't a concern, but I think he's putting all his effort into trying to drink the Ensure drinks, that he isn't drinking hardly any water. Instead, he just got fluids today to hydrate him and has to go in every day next week for fluids. They gave him a shot today to improve his white blood cells and hopefully, he can get his chemo again next week.

I just look at him and feel so sorry for him. He doesn't smile or joke around anymore....heck, he can barely talk. He kind of has this "daze." I believe I've read where people have referred to a "chemo fog" and I'm guessing that's what he is in. I'm trying to focus on the fact that April 25th is the last day, then we can start the healing process....although, I hear that doesn't exactly start right away, since the radiation keeps working.

Anyways, just needed to vent on here. I look at him and have to try really hard not to cry. He's never been sick or in the hospital at any time in his life, so this is just such a 180 for us all.

I keep trying to think about things to look forward to. My daughter will turn 4 in May....maybe he'll be feeling a bit better by then. My birthday is in June....hopefully, he'll feel alot better by then. Just trying to look to the future. I know God is with us and will get my Dad and all of us through this.