They say laughter is the best medicine. I know it cures the blues. We had Parker this weekend. Dwight was confined to a wheelchair and Parker took his duties as a nurse very seriously. He was pushing the wheelchair and wanted to do it by himself telling everyone that Poppy wanted to go fast. Dwight laughed so hard and that laugh was music to my ears. Later, Parker discovered the joy of drinking from a water hose on a hot day and I had my own belly laugh.
I don't care how many degrees you have or how many letters behind your title. You're not God. You don't know everything. Medical science is just that. You don't tell a dying man he's dying over and over and take away any small hope he may have left. You are the reason the hospital has had to post this sign
I never would have believed that I'd see the Northern lights in Arkansas, but seeing them was a dream come true.
Chemo #7 is done. Dwight handled it really well. He's taking his meds on time. Trying to eat more and resting a lot. The doctor told us his CA markers continue to show improvement. Down to 56. He started with a marker of over 9000. I can't help but hope. What if they were wrong? What if he can beat it? Nothing would make me happier. People are wrong all the time. Doctors are wrong (that's kinda what got us in this mess).
