More good wishes for you and your dad Archosman, and more disdain for cancer.
As for me, I talked on the phone with my dad yesterday for 30 minutes early in the day and caught up with his post-stroke rehab and other stuff from the week. Then, a couple hours later we got a call from him in a panic because he was home alone (don't ask why, too annoying) and stuck walking down the hall with his leg paralyzed and feeling like he was about to fall. He uses a walker now and carries the phone on it, luckily. I talked him down a bit while Claire called 911 (even though he lives an hour away) and he managed to open a heater closet and sit on the ledge without hurting himself.
Next was the worst part because he stopped talking to me even though I could still hear him. He seemed to be breathing heavily and I thought he was muttering quietly. I kept talking and trying to get a response but got nothing. I thought he was having another stroke and/or dying. It was an awful experience. The line died so I called right back and remarkably he answered and then put the paramedics on the phone because they had arrived. Fucking nightmare.
He has had blood clot problems in his left leg for 25 years but the stroke meant no more blood thinners. Turns out his right leg was full of new clots from his calf to thigh and his leg is swollen and unresponsive. They put in a filter a couple weeks ago so he hopefully cannot throw a clot to his lungs or brain. Now he is back on thinners and we have to hope for no brain bleeds. Balance is tough.
I spent about 8 hours at the hospital yesterday, stayed at my dad's house and went back this morning. He is very discouraged after working hard at rehab and sees his upcoming 90th birthday as his last if he makes that. Like cancer, getting old really sucks.
Think good thoughts HC friends. It has helped in the past. :/