Saturday, September 24, 2016

Deep Waters

Wow, what a difference a few days can make. One day you see your loved one, so strong and courageous, fighting illness off well, and the next day you see utter despair, weeping and grieving. I do not want to be premature, on the contrary, I am an optimist at heart, however.... My Dad's physical and emotional health has declined more than I have seen in the months I have been here in the last few days. He is no longer coming to the table for lunch or dinner, and my dear stepmom is hand feeding him at times. My Dad knows that to eat means life, and his body may be shutting down and telling him, no it's time to stop...God designed our bodies beautifully perfect, and the body knows how to die well given it's natural state. I do not want to say this is it, but it hurts to see this now. Dad's chemistries(bloodwork) were amazingly normal on the 15th Sept. The only thing off being he was anemic and had a low potassium, the potassium issue he has had for years. The insurance finally precertified his requested CT scan-oh, the woes of revoking hospice so you can receive care that enables you to see how your disease is progressing...I have spent more time on the phone with medicare, his insurance suppletment, drug prescription program, and the doctors trying to reinstate his insurance. Hospice is not something to just jump into because it is difficult to go back to "normal" care again. All this to say, you cannot predict what cancer will do, nor when. As I have written before, I never forsaw how well he would be doing 7 months after this terrible diagnosis. My Dad has been so strong, not complaining about his pain, as you hear from other patients with pancreatic cancer. He has been a pillar for us, offering up to God whom he knows has his life in his hands. My Dad has seen so many things in his 87 years and really has had a wonderful contenance. Even with all his quirks and idiosyncracies... It hurts so to watch again, just like I experienced with my Mom, the facing of losing someone who sacrificed so much to help you be at a place you would be at today. These last few days my Daddy has weakened, and I see the weariness of battling this disease. He has repeatedly told me, his wife, my younger brother that he does not have long. He knows, his body is telling him with his failing appetite. He wept about not being alive for the election(although that might not be such a bad thing), and not being to able to go back to the Philippines, which really breaks my heart... But, he still has some fight in him. He is going to try megace(hormones that increase your appetite, funny, it is progesterone, the pregnancy hormone). We have had "discussions" about what happens immediately after death, do you sleep and rise again at the final day or are you immediately in the presence of Jesus awaiting the final day to receive your eternal body. I know what I believe and with that he still wrestles...he accepts both of them however, I disagree with some of his theology, which is OK, I will see him again regardless. I may be wrong, he may have more days than I think. And I would be happy with that! Yet... I am weary. He is weary. We are all sad yet we have hope. Our waters are heavy, please pray for us when you think of it.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Just keep swimming...

September 15, 2016
So it has been 4 months since my Dad entered hospice. He is down 5 lbs from 116 to 111 lbs. We revoked hospice as he wanted more tests done. Our health care system has been messed up by Obamacare, now in order to figure out what your cancer is doing you have to revoke hospice. So unlike 16 years ago when my Mom was in hospice, pre Obamacare. Not only that hospice providers are not all alike. Some have 300 patients and have a business model, while others have 75 patients and are Physician driven, who do you think gives better care? At least at this point in our health system we can choose a different one, as the system is now going that may no longer be an option. Hospice Plus did not adequately address my Dad's pain. It seemed like they wanted to overdose him on his narcotics. As a nurse looking at the dosage I was appalled at what they would have a lay person give a man of his stature. My poor brother who was taking care of him during his pain episode had no clue what it would do to him. he was being a good son trying to help my Dad get good pain relief. I worked many years as a nurse, with experience in oncology and am skilled at pain management so I know how to titrate Narcotics to achieve control. Not so the laymen. So my Dad was snowed and later started hallucinating....yup good way to send them to a coma or a place of no return. Other than that my Dad is doing amazingly well. It took a few days to clear the morphine out of his system, and more fights with the hospice nurse and physician. Now he is holding his own. He takes a walk daily, eats like a bird, does some planting and goes out a bit to do some shopping. No nausea, pain when controlled at a 1 to 2, a dull ache. He is waiting to see what his tumor markers say and for a CT scan to see what has happened As well as other labs. Pancreatic cancer, a rarity to see someone surpass their 7th month with it and still be walking around. It was definitely not what I envisioned when my Dad first started this journey. It has been a hard day for me. My wonderful husband left today To go home and work and it will be 19 days without him. It is hard on us all. My family has taken a big hit during this time of our lives. My children are learning the reality of what life entails, and how to serve sacrificially without complaint. I am growing weary. I see some naturopaths that have all said that my adrenals are shot. So I take my supplements and try to get some sleep. I do miss the fall of Minnesota, it is still in the 90's here and hard to go outside for long periods. Funny thing is that they have closed all the outdoor pools, such a difference from Minnesota! We continue to just keep swimming despite it all, in an indoor pool. Ps. Please ignore the errors I am posting from a phone...

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Heading Home

So what is hospice anyway? It is a term they use to give care to people not expected to live longer than 6 months. My Dad entered this journey yesterday. Not because we have the CT scan results back yet, but because he has lost 7 lbs in a week. He lost 3 lbs the week before. His CEA tumor marker is at 4.0, high normal is 2.0...He is up doing work still, and is eating. But the cancer is winning...I have been crying almost all morning since I heard this. Not because I didn't expect it, on the contrary, I knew it was coming...and I know that God is still God on the throne and that my Dad will be soon rejoicing in no more pain, no more weakness, or no more tiredness, and will be beholding something ever more wonderful than we can experience here. But my heart is still broken...and I ache for soon not having my earthly Father...for things that will not be on this earth...for relationship past that never was nor will be in this stage of eternity... I am not even there with him. I am home for a month on a much needed respite. My kids need it. I need it. I was sick in bed on Monday but am feeling much better today although my emotions are raw. My brother and sister were with my stepmom and Dad at his oncologist appointment. We are so thankful for a gentle oncologist...my Dad, always trying to be strong for them...I talked to him today and he said he feels good. (except for the fact that I see him wasting away from every new picture I see and I hear about his tiredness from my sibs) I pray now that his homecoming will be merciful and peaceful, and that he will experience joy in the time before he goes. I am so thankful that my siblings have been a wonderful group of support for him. He and my Mom did a nice job raising strong children that love him and persevere through hardship. My Mom died in 2000 of breast cancer that had metastasized to her brain. We rallied then as we rally now. We do not know how long he has. My Dad in the above picture was right before we left for the airport...it is our traditional goodbye picture on the couch. What I didn't say was after that he was blessing and giving my children a benediction...I had sobbed on the way to the airport because I just do not know how he will be when we return. It is okay to mourn for now. My family will continue our respite. This is one of the promises I hold on to. Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy! Ps 126:5

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Update

Wow, what a difference a week can make.  I last left Texas on April 13th.   My Dad had finished cyberknife therapy on April 6th.  He was still sleeping a lot and complaining about being tired.  On April 21st my daughter and I flew back to Plano.  Well,  my Dad is doing much better.  He is driven.  He is up painting the house and repairing screens from the 2 hailstorms that came 3 weeks apart in March and April.  He is taking walks by himself.  He is eating more than I have seen him eat since January.  Praise the Lord!   It is amazing to see him this way,  on Thursday he worked for almost 11 hours straight.  Hard to believe.  So thankful for this season in his life right now!  It has almost been 3 months since his diagnosis and we couldn't have imagined this now.

My stomach has been having a hard time with things my Dad likes to eat.  Kidney, heart, liver, pig ears, pig feet,  tripe.  I love going to 99 Ranch, an Asian's dream grocery store, to shop for him.  My kids notice that 98% of the people that shop there are noncaucasian.  I feel right at home and my husband loves the cultural experience.  Michael and Phoebe also feel right at home.  The store also has this yummy bakery, again it caters to Asian tastes, and it is not too sweet and has treats usually sold in Asia.   There seems to be  Asian oasis' around the Dallas/Fortworth area as the population here is much greater than the Swedish/Norwegian culture in Minnesota.  I have heard however that the Filipino stores are in southern California and you can get the elusive calamansi fruit that is wonderful on filipino dishes...

I also wanted to blog on the Celebration of Life service for Dr. Karyn Purvis.  It was truly an inspiration and blessing to be able to attend.   Karyn changed my life for the better in 2010.  I first heard her speak at the Christian Alliance for Orphans at Orphan Summit in Minnesota. Little did I know that her work would come to mean so much to me.  A year or so later, my kids behaviors escalated from the boundless exhausting energy and John and I sought more information on her work.  We attended a conference in Tennessee the next spring.  Changed our lives and mode of parenting.  She presented scientific information that blew us away, otherwise we would have never thought about changing our ways of parenting.  I was able to attend her professional training in Fort worth that fall and came back with my heart full of what God intended for connection in human relationships.  I was also able to hear and talk to her several times more in the last few years at various conferences.  Also, inspiring and changing me to be a better person and parent. Our great God has used her mightily not only in our families but in thousands of others.

I thought that the service would be packed to the rafters as she has touched countless numbers of people throughout the world with her work.  Surprisingly,  there were probably about 250 in attendance, but I know many from all corners of the earth would have loved to have been there.  I felt special as one to attend personally.  Elizabeth Stryffe from Saddleback church opened in prayer,  Steven Curtis Chapman sang(he is really talented and ministering when not in concert), Dan and Teri Coley and Michael and Amy Monroe from Empowered to Connect read scripture.  The provosts and deans from TCU spoke about her work and the essence of who Karyn was along with some funny stories about her.  She was a gifted fund raiser and had a really dry sense of humor.  Her boss said he was the one who did her evaluations, evaluated her work, and decided pay but he also said, we knew who really was the boss.  The service and following were elegant and stylish, so much of whom Karyn was as a person. The best part was hearing her eldest son speak personally about his Mom.  Dr. Karyn herself came from hard places and she worked hard to answer God's calling in her life.  She didn't start the professional work with "children from hard places" until she was done raising her sons and sending them to college.  Dwayne said it was a dark time in her life at the age of 47 when she went back to school.  She had to take statistics twice before she decided it was no longer leprosy and then finally aced the course the 3rd time. She wasn't about being an academic but she knew it was the means to an end which was getting across to people how to minister to those from "the hard places."  You knew that her son loved and adored her immensely.  She was authentic.  He talked about the last 3 weeks of her life when she could hardly walk and words and thoughts were difficult for her.  She was like this for 2 weeks and then she had a very important meeting regarding continuation for her work.  Dwayne said she got up, got dressed, put her makeup on, and with 2 men helping her walk to the meeting,  she was on, coherent, articulate, and clear for 90 minutes just like the Karyn we know and love.  He then said she went home and went to sleep for the last week of her life.  It was really nice to meet with her colleagues again,  talk with Jim, and get a tearful hug from Henry.  Henry and I really got along well as we both deal with sensory children at home.  Another great blessing was talking with Taylor, who had nothing to do with TBRI, as a student she knew Karyn was knowledgeable in fasting and prayer, she asked Karyn about that and so one day they met at the Einstein bagels near campus and Karyn mentored her about prayer and fasting.  Many people do not know the deep spiritual side of Karyn.  Dwayne wanted everyone to know that every time before she spoke she secluded herself in the ladies room,  raised her hands to the great God we knew, and begged that he would give her the words to share.  Her celebration of life was exactly who she was,  understated, elegant, stylish, creative,  and guilty of extravagant love. Her life work will affect countless numbers even after her death.  My prayer is that I myself and Y'all will be guilty of this "extravagant love" by the love of Jesus.
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dfw/obituary.aspx?pid=179622091

Monday, April 4, 2016

Here, there, where?

It's been awhile.  The good news us that my Dad is doing very well with his cyberknife therapy.  Very little side effects.  He has left his "stay in bed feel too weak state."  With that comes it's challenges but we are so happy he is doing so much better.  He has 1 more treatment today, Monday April 4th. I am just amazed.  I admit I was worried it would be more difficult but he has improved instead of getting weaker.  I pray I am not getting ahead of myself as we have 1 more time left.  We are very thankful as we have gained quality time with him.  Please pray with us that this treatment will enable him to be free of the pain medicine he is on so he can become more independent.

Honestly, this journey has been difficult.  Time has stopped for us like many on the chronic illness journey.  The benefits are that it causes razor sharp focus on what is really important to you.  I have become ever more dependent on the grace of God alone.  I bank on the promise that He has not forsaken me.  I am tired of travelling away from my home even though I live my Dad dearly and want to do the best for him.

This disease has huge costs.   Not only resources but the effects on my own family.   I was away 20 days in February and 21 days in March. This coming April I will be away from home 22 days.  Both my children have become more anxious and emotionally distraught at the drop of a hat.  Dad and Mom have less margin for getting upset also.  Too many details fill most of my days whether it is medication or schedules, details of the next flight, appointments, nutrition, and so on and so on.  Then there are emotion filled days of despair, hope, loss, all those that accompany the passing into the eternal world, and watching your loved one suffering.   It doesn't mean that this will happen soon,  it is just what it is like to have that reality right in front of you.  Life is lighter when we return to our home,  but often distracted.

Today, I started an IV on my Dad to hydrate him for the therapy.  I was saddened to see that the last IV caused bruising and purpling...the last nurse was not gentle in her application, and it was a huge vein.   I am not blaming,  but there are so many skill levels in the professional world.  I myself experienced it in my medical journey.  It is just so hard to see this with my Dad.  I ache for eternity during these times.  My Dad has tough veins,  they move, his body is so sensitive to needle sticks now that the veins just flatten and disappear,  he is dehydrated.  Only by God's mercy was I able to get the iv  in one shot,  but it hurts me in a different way than if it was not by Dad.

I do not want to end this post in a down note.  We have experienced so many extraordinary graces.  I dropped my dear Phoebe off at respite care this morning.  She will be in a home for a few days so I can tend to my Dad without upsetting her further.  This time has been tough on her, and I cannot give her what she needs which is tight structure and high nurture.  She is in a home with an "elite Mom", one who has parented biological children and 23 adopted children.  She is amazing and experienced with children like Phoebe, so her healing journey can continue and I won't feel so overwhelmed.  She gets to work on things she struggles with in her life currently and not go backwards on the skills she has gained over the past year.  That is one extraordinary grace.  The other is I just booked 2 future roundtrips for MSP/DFW for my family and the 2 dogs for 406 dollars.  That is a steal if you ever fly and with pets.   Spirit airlines has proved to be a huge provision for us during this time.  You just need to be smart on how to fly them and deal with occasional delays.  Number 3, people bringing meals to us both in Texas and Minnesota.  Number 4,  John's Dad willing to come and watch Michael for a week before his own vacation so Michael can stay home and practice on his gymnastics team,  do speech therapy, and another group class.  With John's schedule,  childcare is not straight forward, so this is HUGE for us and a blessing to Michael.  Number 5,  collision damage loss waiver insurance on a credit card that I didn't know about and used to pay for the rental car which paid for hail damage to our rental car.  The same day we got socked with a foot of snow in MN,  we got a huge hailstorm in Texas which inflicted those small dents on the rental car.  There are countless  things that we have been graced with that I haven't written about,  including being able to spend time with siblings, and appreciating the gifts we have to offer during this time.   Yes,  we are not forsaken,  but have much to be thankful for. We continue to covet your prayers.  

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Cyberknife

So yesterday was the day for the 1st of 5 Cyberknife treatments for my Dad.  This is just an amazing way of delivering extremely high doses of radiation with pinpoint accuracy.  It has been around since 2007 but most of the applications were with brain tumors.  It is now being used for tumors all over the body,  primary as well as metastatic.  The big downside is while it has high success for killing the tumors,  it cannot do anything about preventing the spread,  so it is not curative by itself.  It is often combined with chemo or other adjuvant therapies for cures.   It is a good option because instead of a month of radiation appointments,  it is delivered in 1-5 doses dependant on size and type of tumor.

The radiation oncologists chose to do 5 doses,  42 minutes a piece delivered on 5 days-Tues/Thurs followed by Mon-Wed-Friday next week.  Although it takes 42 minutes to deliver the radiation,  the actual time can be up to 2 hours because the machine only fires when the tumor is in the correct place.  Patrick Swayze in 2009 underwent these treatments for pancreatic cancer and it extended his life about 14 months, in which he was able to go back to work.  His tumor had already metastasized to the liver so the cancer had already started spreading prior to the treatment.  We are thankful that the most recent knowledge we have is that Dad's tumor has been localized.  Only God knows the number of his days so we trust Him for what the future holds.

My father has elected NOT to do chemotherapy.  Truth be told,  chemotherapy can hurt as much as it helps.  It destroys the immune system,  which is what is needed to fight the cancer in the first place.  Also,  some of the medication given to help with the side effects on top also suppress the immune system.  It is a big catch 22.  We are so thankful that we have a powerful, loving God who controls all things, and uses what He wills to accomplish His will.  My Dad has been using some alternative measures to help fight the cancer.  He chose Cyberknife because of the number of treatments and no need to do anything special but lay down in his normal clothing for a few hours.

His palliative care team is phenomenal.  Compassionate and caring,  they work to provide him the best quality of life as he has elected not to do conventional treatment.  Since the last time I was in Plano,  he has been up and doing small tasks around the house, and eating more.  He also went shopping and ate out at a restaurant.  This has been with the help of medication prescribed by the team.  He still cannot drive since he has narcotics on board.

Today,  my Dad is doing well after his first treatment.  For the 1st time in a few days he had to take a breakthrough pain medication however.    We are told he will get more tired as the therapy progresses as it has a cumulative effect,  side effects usually starting after the 3rd or 4th treatment.  I remember this happening with my Mom after her radiation treatments,  she got really weak before getting better.   They told us the effects feel like the flu and that means the treatment is actually working as the body fights the interleukins released by the body to deal with the cancer cells dying.

Right now he has an IV of normal saline running.  My Dad says it is like being in the hospital with me here.  He has his own personal hospital nurse to monitor him and decide what to do.  I was made for such a time as this.   I started his IV a yesterday as he was a bit dry, and it was a bit of a challenge as he was dehydrated and he had started taking a steroid.  It is good to know that my training has not gone away,  especially since I last started IV's 9 years ago.  I wish all cancer patients could have this kind of care at home, although my Dad has a home health nurse,  2 10 minute visits a week really doesn't give you the real story.  Of course,  not all patients need this type of care,  my Dad is just one who does, and the Lord provided.

My family has had its own personal struggles as life as changed.  I hope to post on my kids in the future as we would really appreciate prayer for them as well.




Monday, March 14, 2016

RISEN


My Dad felt so much better on Sunday, March 13th(daylight savings time)  that we all went to see RISEN at a movie theatre with reclining seats.  My sister, Dad and Stepmom,  my 2 kids and I all enjoyed it.  We all needed the message about how powerful and incredible it is that we are so loved and known by God.  One of my favorite movie lines-spoiler-Jesus speaking-"that you would not see death today."  Yes, I could write something deep,  but God has given us grace for when that kind of deep thought is just too exhausting for those already emotionally spent.  It is enough to bask in His grace that He has already supplied for this time, He expects nothing but to acknowledge that He has our back, He is in charge and has our good intended for every moment of our lives,  whether we are diligently using the skills He has gifted us,  or resting in the love He has provided us to be still...Blessed be the name of the Lord.

I was going to fill you in from the last time which was about February 15th and we saw the oncologist.  Well,  on Feb 17th in the wee hours of the morning my Dad decided he could no longer bear the foley cath.  So we took a little 3 am visit to the ER to have it removed.  It was a bit of a skirmish,  I knew he should have it but I also knew it was very uncomfortable to have one from my experience with one 3 years ago.  I knew how to do it,  it was a matter of principle and also a matter of comfort.   Again,  the battle between being a daughter and nurse.  We also continued to have battles over blood pressure medication.  As an anesthesiologist, my Dad was used to STAT iv medications whose onset was immediate showing good results.  That meant pain relief in a timely manner as well as blood pressure control.  Well,  PO(per oral or tablets/capsules) take 30 - 40 minutes,  and blood pressure meds can take up to a week to achieve acceptable numbers.  So lots of  "discussions" that emotionally drained me.  John had gone home to work and my sister also went home.  At this time,  my Dad's pancreatitis still had not completely healed and he complained about excruciating pain. My Dad is not a complainer,  so this was really, really bad.   I was up every 3 hours making sure he got his pain medicine as he would tell my stepmom he didn't want it and she complied.  Well,  the nurse in me knew better,  get behind and never catch up on the pain.  I also didn't take guff from patients so there I was being the nurse again and not the daughter. I felt like I had a baby in the house again requiring food or diapering in the night.  Unlike the baby though, where there is so much hope for the future,  I was being drained watching my Dad weakening to need this type of care.  I also needed to take my Dad's blood pressure  4 times a day to titrate his medication.   I must have sounded desperate in my texts to my siblings with updates on Dad,  that my sister came back down the 18th.  Just 2 days at home.  I was glad to see her yet sad she didn't have a longer break.   My brothers weren't  able to come until the weekend of the 26th because of work schedule.  My Dad had also requested their presence.  I quickly called Dad's primary care doctor about obtaining home health services, knowing that he would need medical attention if I were not present.  I also got a prescription for straight catheters,  so we wouldn't be frequenting the ER for that issue because narcotic use can cause a neurogenic bladder.

Rest and support came through a visit to the Palliative and Supportive Care doctor/ANP on the 19th of February.  Erika is fabulous,  and another small grace-she had gone to Gustavus Adolphus in MN and had lived in St. Peter where John and I had lived for 2 years.  She is able to provide comfort and care in helping my Dad to feel his best in whatever time the Lord has for him.  Although my Dad is doing Cyberknife therapy,  it is not considered curative, but palliative in nature,  maybe prolonging his time here on earth and taking away the pain from the cancer so he can function "normally", till it is his time.  Everyone felt so much better after this visit, as the last few weeks had been hard emotionally, physically, and mentally for all of us.  

Dad became more stable medically so I was able to get home on the 22nd for a couple of days to celebrate Michael's 9th birthday.  He had been home with his Dad and some really wonderful friends so that he had some semblance of  normal life.  This has been incredibly hard on him,  so much so that he is having a crisis of faith.  We would covet your prayers that his spirit would be lifted to know that the Lord indeed is good.

I returned to Texas on the 24th of February.  The home health nurse had come to visit by that time and again,  the Lord had more blessing for us.  The nurse was a Filipina and able to speak my Dad's native language.   It made my Dad feel so much better.  As an aside,  as a Minnesotan,  I realized just how "white"  Minnesota is.  There are far more ethnic people here in Plano, Texas and I didn't realize how much it makes a difference for me.  Very subtle,  but yes,  I guess it is a subconscious feeling I have deep down inside me.  Even my children notice it and they really haven't been brought up to feel sensitive about it.

Anyway,  no sooner than I returned my Dad had bouts of urinary retention again. We tried to straight cath him which only returned blood clots and zero urine.    That brought us back to this little ER near us,  again, a simple grace but oh such a part of the plan to bring me glimpses that the Lord is truly taking care of us.  They place another foley catheter that night.  The next morning that foley cath was full of blood,  back to the ER again.  This time they admitted my Dad, and since it is a free standing ER he caught a ride in an ambulance to the hospital.  My oldest brother had just flown in and my Dad requested he accompany him to the hospital.

At the hospital we encountered the problem of getting his pain meds ordered as the hospitalist had not seen him in 3 hours since admission.  Apparently the nurse was calling the wrong hospitalist and never had her calls returned.  It was pushing the limits of my Dad's medication time so I broke the hospital rule and gave him his own medicine.  I dislike the thought of people who do not understand this and have to suffer waiting for policies to be carried out.  Note to those who are on pain medication or something that makes you feel better-always bring it with you if you can.   Even if it is just one pill...

We met one of the nicest urologists who came to care for my Dad's hematuria(bloody urine).  He was also kind and compassionate and very personable.  A rarity for those who choose this specialty.  He irrigated the catheter and we had instructions to leave it in for a few days as he thought it was trauma from the placement of the catheter.  Dad was able to go home after his one night stay at the hospital..whew...

On our 13th Wedding Anniversary, John and Michael flew back in.  John was off the week thanks to some quick schedule changes.  Although we were together,  we didn't have much time to celebrate this year:(  It was great to have him here.

The next 2 weeks were filled with appointments up to the marker placement on March 11th.  Home health,  physical therapy evaluations, the urologist and a cystoscopy that confrimed catheter trauma, another oncologist who would be closer to my Dad's house.  We obtained hydration services from him, as the radiation will further dehydrate my Dad and he should be hydrated to obtain the best outcome from radiosurgery.

I was a bit stressed about the marker placement on the 11th.   I have trauma from my own experiences with interventional radiology.  After he was stable on Friday,  I crashed from exhaustion.   When he was doing well on the weekend we celebrated with the movie RISEN.

So that brings us to today.  Another visit and labs from the the Palliative care team. Breakthrough pain medicine down from 8 times a day to once or twice a day.  My Dad is currently on a pain patch.
My Dad trying to eat.  My niece Sarah visiting on her spring break from the University of Minnesota.

Tomorrow my Dad has his mapping CT for the radiosurgery.  Wednesday morning my kids, dogs, and I fly home for a break.  Then we come back again Easter week as Dad will most likely be scheduled for radiosurgery that week.  

He is RISEN indeed!