We missed week 9.  Between travel, a funeral, oral surgery, a sick baby, and a birthday party, the meal plan just never even got made.  One less thing to have to throw out though!

So, on to week 10.

Sunday: Today is Purim, where nothing is as it seems.  A day of costumes, drinking, revelry, games, and Breakfast for Dinner!  Tonight we will have pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fruit.

Monday: I have to drive my husband to and from work today, so either we’ll have dinner with my parents, or we’ll pick up takeout.

Tuesday: Cream of Krab soup

Wednesday: Cod in a potato chip crust, broccoli, carrots, and squash

Thursday: Chili and cornbread

Shabbat: Challah, chicken soup with matzah balls, roast, veggies, potatoes, and wine

Saturday: Spaghetti with meatballs, salad, and garlic bread

Dad’s biopsy came back negative!!!

As is obvious from my blog, last week went all to heck. My dad, who was supposed to just have a minor surgery the Friday of week 4, wound up being transferred to ICU at another hospital, had a second surgery on Tuesday, and will remain in the hospital for a few more weeks. He is out of ICU now, and should be transferred to rehab later today, so things are looking up. However, to add insult to injury my kids and husband came down with the exorcist flu on Friday, and I woke up with it on Sunday.

So, last week’s meal plan is being reshuffled for this week.

Sunday: I have no idea what my family ate, as I slept through the entire day.

Monday: Fish baked with lemon and herbs, potato packets, and artichokes

Tuesday: Fried chicken, roasted brussels sprouts, baked potatoes

Wednesday: Split Pea Soup (yeah, we didn’t have it – again)

Thursday: Spaghetti

Friday: Challah, steak, cauliflower, fried new potatoes

Saturday: Pizza

It sure is nice to breathe again. Dad’s surgery yesterday went really well. The MRI came back clean, so no tumors in his head or neck, and the surgeon says he got the whole tumor that was pressing on dad’s spinal cord. Not only that, but the tumor appears to be benign. We have to wait to hear back from pathology to be sure, but all looks good.

Even better though, dad is now out of ICU and has started physical therapy!

It feels good to be slowly getting back to normal.

Living in an episode of House is really not fun.

They are performing surgery on dad tomorrow, hopefully around noon. They were planning to do another MRI this evening to make sure there aren’t any tumors in his neck or brain, but they canceled that when his heart rate shot through the roof (180) after dinner. Instead they are doing a doppler of his legs and a CT of his heart. They fear there may be blood clots too.

I’m a planner. I’m a fairly organized person. I like to know what is going on, and I generally like to be in charge of the situation. Like I said, I’m a planner.

And right now, I’m in a terrible position. I don’t know anything.

As of Friday, my dad had Spinal Stenosis. They operated on him, and the doctor was very pleased with the surgery. He wanted to have a neurologist check my dad out, just to make sure, but he was pleased.

Saturday we had a new diagnosis. An aneurysm in dad’s spinal column. AMY, AVM, something like that. A garble of letters that were very frightening, but the doctors assured us were non-life threatening. Just the same though, they were going to transfer my dad from the local hospital to a major university medical school 25 miles away.

Today, we have another diagnosis. A tumor. So now he is in Neurological ICU. We don’t know if it is benign or malignant. We don’t know if it is one, or multiple. We don’t know much of anything.

They MAY do another MRI tomorrow. They MAY operate tomorrow. They MAY operate on Tuesday instead. We don’t know.

My in-laws are in town. They arrived yesterday afternoon. They MAY be leaving tomorrow. They MAY stay longer. Again, we don’t know.

I hate not knowing. I don’t know how this week is going to go. I don’t know where I need to be, or when. I don’t know who will be watching my children, and when, because whenever they do surgery, I will be there.

It will all get figured out. Probably at the last minute, but right now, I don’t know.

I hate not knowing.