Dad is Sick

My Dad, nick-named "Uncle Handsome" by my mother and others, should be hospitalized. But considering the home envioronment is better for him, for the past 2 months or so, he is chauffeured to the hospital to get intravenous injection everyday.

I feel a bit guilty because I was the one who persuaded him to come for a couple of months stay. He had a very active life prior to their visit here, 3-hour boradroom dancing everyday in the morning to keep his body fit and playing majoh later to keep his mind sharp. He described his life here as being under detention. When everything around house was cleaned up inside and out, he got really bored. So he smoked more...

Years and years of smoking must have taken a toll on him. After he went back to China, first his lung was found infected. He started taking medication. Then the medication started to have side-effect on his liver. Tests after tests, it has been cleared that there was no growth of any kind. Still we are worried. And the worry has been growing again in the past two days.

I have been calling home daily. This morning, I spoke to my sister-in-law. She told me another test result will come out tomorrow. I want to talk to her first tomorrow before I call my Mom because Mom and Dad are always together. A piece of advice from my sister-in-law: just talk to my Mom in a matter-of-fact way. As soon as you start giving the comforting words, she will sob.

P.S. It turned out to be a false alarm. But we are still on guard for any situation.