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08/25/2008: "Still Waiting"

Always waiting for this and that. Right now we are waiting for the hospital bed to be delivered. He needs it to keep his legs elevated because they are always swelling. I'm waiting to hear my results from the blood tests and mammogram I had last week. The receptionist told me, (off the record) that the chest xray looked good but that wasn't the test I was worried about.
Tomorrow we go back to the oncologist, hoping to get his medications straightened out. He decided not to have the biopsy and the PET scan. He said no more tests and thinks that they only want the money the tests will generate for them now. Having the tests won't extend his life so why go through them.
I've felt he has had a wasted life but the more I think about it, he did produce 4 children who wouldn't be on this earth if he hadn't had those sexual urges that created them, plus the seven grandchildren, so far, all of whom might be grateful for their life. It's not easy watching him waste away.
I'm getting real worried about him blowing up the house because he won't stop smoking while having his oxygen hose is in his nose.
Dancing in the early morning makes it easier to make it through the day, so "Let's All Dance."