My Wonderful Dad

Well that's it, dad finally had his last scan done on Friday, the consultants are getting together tomorrow and will work out which treatment plan is best suited to his fight with Esophageal Cancer

Everyday dad seems to be getting frailer and frailer before my eyes, my big strong dad who's always been my rock is fast disappearing into the shell of a person I hardly recognise because of Dementia 

We're still waiting on the exact diognosis of what type of dementia he has since his brain scan which was done about 6 weeks ago

His wit and sense of humour is still there though, usually at the most inappropriate moments which always cracks me up and we laugh together

My lovely dad collecting a Good Samaritan in the Community Award that he was nominated for approx 10 years ago. My dad has always done so much to help others and would give a stranger his coat if he thought they needed it more than he did. This was such a proud day that my dad was recognised for his many good deeds, which to him was just being a good neighbour and nothing else

People often give us funny looks when we're giggling in Tescos like a couple of kids, I stopped noticing it a long time ago, I don't care about other people, they can look and stare all they want

Sending dad off to find single items of shopping with instructions of where to find them keeps him current with the shop layout for when he goes down there in the mornings on his own

It's been a part of dads regular routine for so long, stopping him from going down to Tescos in the mornings after his knee replacement surgery used to upset his whole routine and he became very agitated at being told he needed to rest until his knee was fully healed 

For now it's not a problem dad going out on his own as his routine is set in stone, plus every body knows my dad in Tescos and up The Lane, those that are around in the mornings kindly keep a watchful eye out for me

On Friday night Boris and I stayed at his house because dad had had an anesthetic for his scan. Listening to him coughing all night through the wall was torture, he'd wanted me to go home and leave him alone

The hospital was making a fuss he said, he didn't need me to stay, rather than upsetting him and arguing the point I respected his wishes and left to sit in the car, once dad went to bed Boris and I snuck back into the house so we'd be there for dad, just in case

Keeping my dad happy and as stress free as possible is my main goal in life at the moment

It's my gift to him, even if he doesn't remember it the next day, I will

Dawn xxx 

This post is linked to:-

Brian's Thankful Thursday 

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