I need to vent.

[pattrose]

DAd went for his first radiation treatment today and he came out and we all walked to the car and got in. He started driving and I asked how it went and he said, "I didn't have it today, instead they did another cat scan of my chest." Mom and I were shocked. No one called us back to tell us what was going on and he's 87 years old,(his memory is for shit) he just said the doctor wanted to see one more scan. FOR WHAT? They changed his appointments from 9:30 to 8:20 every morning. I asked if he was going to get the treatment tomorrow and he said, "I think I have to talk to the doctor instead." So I'm going in with himtomorrow. Whether they want me there or not. I think something might be wrong. They've already taken two scans at this center. *sigh* Then my poor dad is worried about me not goingn home today because my hubster is quite ill. I told him I was waiting for word from Rodney and then I would make the plans for the flight home. But Rodney said to keep it for Friday as planned. I'm so tired, it's unreal. Now there are three people to worry about in my family. *sigh again*

Okay, I'm done bitching. I'm sure everything is fine. I'm just being overly anxious.

Hugs, Patt