Dad had some major surgery this week. He needed to have a parathyroid gland removed. This would normally have been outpatient surgery, easy peasy, but dad's parathyroid had detached from the thyroid and had migrated to the middle of his chest. They had to saw through his sternum and open up 4 ribs to get at it. Surgery went very well. Normally split-pea sized, his was closer to kidney bean size, and the benign adenoma was confirmed, and his calcium levels seem to have normalized post-surgery. The bad part is that dad's reward for making it through surgery is to get to go back to chemo. But he made it through surgery. We're all relieved about that.
It was a long few days at the hospital. I was extremely anxious and emotional on Tuesday before the surgery. And spending three more days with him was exhausting, especially since I am super OCD about germs when it comes to my dad and was constantly cleaning every surface with wipes and making dad wash his hands at every opportunity. Because with his already compromised immune system due to so many rounds of chemo, the flu or pneumonia is especially scary. And hospitals are great places to pick up a bad cold or worse.
His 70th bday is coming up in a couple of months. Have to think of something really fun to do to celebrate.
It was a long few days at the hospital. I was extremely anxious and emotional on Tuesday before the surgery. And spending three more days with him was exhausting, especially since I am super OCD about germs when it comes to my dad and was constantly cleaning every surface with wipes and making dad wash his hands at every opportunity. Because with his already compromised immune system due to so many rounds of chemo, the flu or pneumonia is especially scary. And hospitals are great places to pick up a bad cold or worse.
His 70th bday is coming up in a couple of months. Have to think of something really fun to do to celebrate.
