Email: (to me from a friend)

 

My Reflections:

This morning I prepare to meet Nana & Papa at an appointment where we’ll be meeting with another oncologist (a friend of friends) for a second opinion regarding treatment options, diagnosis, etc.  I’m hopeful in getting this doctor’s input and any helpful insight he has in regards to Papa’s cancer and current condition.

But just as I’m getting ready to go, the phone rings.

It’s Nana.

And she’s calling to tell me that Papa fell again, this time as he was making his way down the couple steps that lead to their garage.  He was on his way to get into the car to ride to his appointment when he lost his balance on one of those steps.  And fell back and hit his head.

Oh, no!

I’m concerned, but Nana reassures me that Papa seems fine.  His doctors have instructed them though, that should Papa ever fall and hit his head, he should be taken to the E.R. immediately to be checked out.

Nana goes on to say that obviously with this turn of events, Papa’s appointment with the oncologist will have to be postponed.

Obviously, and yet my heart sinks when I hear it.

Yet another thread of hope snatched away.

Nana & Papa head to the E.R. to make sure all is ok.  Nana reassures me that they’ll be fine, no need for me to come.  So I stay home with my charges, my heart a bit heavier than it was before.

Thankfully, Papa checks out ok at the E.R. and no harm was done except a small gash on his head.

Just a small gash…

And one second-opinion appointment missed.