The week has come to an end and dad is home.
I brought lunch from the Thai Restaurant nearby.
He liked it!
But he was tired.
It was a quick meal and off he went to his bedroom.
I felt unsettled.
His sense of humor was missing today.
It takes a total of four and a half hours for every dialysis session.
Multiply that by three.
I think it’s a little much for him to take weekly for the rest of his life.
Dialysis is a real test of one’s patience.
Not a trait that Dad excelled in.
He never enjoyed sitting and waiting around for things to happen.
Now he left with no a choice but to grin and bear it.
I’ve been thinking of what to suggest that will help him pass time.
I have a full day tomorrow.
Maybe he’ll have visitors at home to keep him company.
I can tell that he keeps track of who comes to visit.
“So and so has not showed up, maybe they’re busy.“
I make up an excuse afraid that he may be feeling bad.
From the corner of his eye he observes and I can see that he clearly remembers.