Plum Crazy

Man, but it's been one helluva week. And not in one of those really good helluva week kind of ways. My father was in the hospital last week. Seems he's got myelofibrosis, necessitating weekly treatments for, well, pretty much the rest of his life. Right now the hematologist doesn't think he's a good candidate for a bone marrow transplant, which would cure it, although once he's got more strength back, I want a second opinion on that. Thankfully, though, it wasn't leukemia, and even with weekly treatments, he's got at least 10 years left. I am so grateful. I was really scared until the diagnosis came back on Friday.

So then the day he gets released from the hospital, which was last Friday, my mom comes down with an intestinal bug she probably picked up while visiting him at the hospital. She's more or less better by Saturday night. Then Sunday night, my father and I come down with it. Flat out for two days, both of us. We're both better today. In fact, my father was feeling well enough that my parents went home this afternoon. My mom had been staying with me while my dad was in the hospital in NYC, and then after he was released, he was staying with me too. We're all positively exhausted tonight, though. I spoke with them about an hour ago. On the up side, we were also able to eat relatively normal dinners, so hopefully we'll all be much better tomorrow.