This week started off well. Justin and I were feeling great from our detox which was decently successful. I lost a total of 8lbs and Justin around 7. We were able to enjoy Summer and Steve's reception and also the delicious food they had. I actually ended up eating mostly the veggies and fruits with a little dip. A dip goes a long way after the week we had! :) Monday was as usual with gymnastics and errands but when we got home later that afternoon I was presented with some information I wasn't prepared for.
A month or so ago my dad had fallen in the bathroom in the middle of the night and had to be revived by his girlfriend while she was on the phone with 911. Once at the hospital they did a lot of tests and scans to see what the problem was. Nothing was found until later in the week the scans showed a spot on his brain. After tests, and tests and more tests they did a blood test to see if he perhaps had pancreatic cancer (which in most cases is terminal). We were supposed to have the blood test results by 5pm Tuesday and if everything was clear he'd go in for BRAIN SURGERY!!! to remove and biopsy the mass.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well Monday night and Tuesday was filled with anxiety and an ill stomach. By Tuesday night still no news on the test. Come to find out that they still hadn't done the test and had to run it over to the coast (2+hours away) and do them before 8am Wednesday.
Needless to say again, no sleep on Tuesday night either.
Wednesday morning came and he was instructed to head to the hospital to prep for surgery. The test showed negative on pancreatic cancer.
- By this time, I was trying to decide whether or not to take my boys up there to be with my dad. I felt I HAD to be there for support but when I thought it through I came to my senses and realized we'd just be troublesome. My mom is in Mexico with her fiance' so they wouldn't be there to help and I am not going to be sitting at the hospital with my boys doing nothing all day. I'm not a good mom when I'm stressed or overwhelmed which I would have been if I were there. My dad also told me that I could only come up if I had the boys with me - halfway kidding - At this point we didn't know if he'd be in the hospital for a day or 3 days and if he went home, would he want my boys running crazy around the house...probably not. We decided to head up another time when he'd feel better and was able to enjoy our company rather than feel bad because of his recovery time.
Wednesday afternoon he was in the ICU for recovery and everything went well. As soon as I heard the news I hit the couch and crashed for a well needed afternoon nap. He was out and everything went well...I can finally relax a little.
Now we're waiting for the biopsy results which could take until Monday. I'm trying not to be too stressed and just wait for the results.
TGIF!!!! It's raining for the first time in months (at least for more than 2 minutes) and this has relaxed me a lot. Conference is this weekend and it's supposed to rain through Saturday. Great excuse to be in comfies and drink hot chocolate and lounge on the couch....much needed around here.
Justin was a saint through my crazy week. So supportive, not upset that the house wasn't touched or dinner even thought of. He just stepped right in and took care of the family when he got home. So wonderful is he!!!! I would have gone insane if it weren't for him!