So last week my mom and dad were in New Hampshire for the annual Graham brothers vacation in North Conway and they're all hiking and kayaking and sliding down zip lines (for real) and on the way back home everything crashed. They stopped at a hospital in Scranton friggin Pennsylvania were he was laid up with fever, infections, pain, and breathing problems. Seems just like last October with him going into respiratory distress and all.
Strange thing is my mom and everyone else with him in the hospital says the hospital is wonderful and the staff went out of their way to make them all comfortable. And the doctors seem to have a better idea of what is going on that at the usual hospital. At least they act like they do. But, still... Scranton.
He's got pneumonia again. His immunity has dried up. (He was scheduled for more chemo last Monday.) And get this... apparently he now has emphysema. Since he's got just about everything at this point, the new diagnosis doesn't concern me all that much.
Good news is they got him stabilized enough to medevac him to Walter Reed. He's there now and my mom has had to make the drive alone. I don't know what will happen next. Maybe he'll get better. Maybe this is it. Sad thing is...I've become accustomed to typing that.