Yesterday we got the news we'd been waiting for. The Specialist (of what, I don't know) has scrutinised dad-in-law's scan results and come up with a Diagnosis.
Here it is.
He's been very ill.
Well, yes. We had noticed.
It was perhaps one of the following things:
a) a severe bladder infection which caused kidney problems
b) a severe liver infection which has left him with some liver damage
c) a bile…
I've lost count now of the number of weeks we've all been waiting for a REAl diagnosis for dad-in-law. He's had test after test after test: but still no actual treatment. Maybe at 97 there isn't any.
He still won't eat more than the tiniest quantities. He's lost so much weight, he looks like someone from a concentration camp. It really is pitiful to see. He is terribly weak and can't get out of his chair…
This week dad-in-law has had his 'pregnancy' scan, a chest x-ray, been fitted for new hearing aids, and was to have an endoscopy today at hospital. When his daughter, the ex-nurse, took him today to see The Specialist, he wanted dad-in-law admitted. Absolutely not, says ex-nurse, so they did a CT scan and goodness knows what other tests throughout the day instead.
The Specialist now pronounces that d-i-l hasn…
Dad-in-law had his scan. It took J and his sister some considerable time to get d-i-l out of his house in a wheelchair and transport him to the hospital but it was done.
Big surprise: they couldn't find any trace of cancer in his abdomen (not counting the prostate cancer they knew was there)! So that's all right then. He's lost stones in weight and can't walk or support himself upright, doesn't eat, has panic attacks…
