Thursday, January 08, 2009
News From Palo Alto
The doctor from Palo Alto called me this afternoon. Dad got into the study, but he was randomized to the control group. No new valve.
They are offering him valvuloplasty, and we'll probably take them up on that. The procedure could happen as soon as next Friday, which means I have to get all my class prep done by next Wednesday for classes beginning the following Wednesday. Yikes.
I'm also less than thrilled by having to make a lot of trips to Palo Alto (for the procedure, plus follow-ups at one, three, six, and twelve months) if he's not getting a new valve. But I'll do whatever I have to do. I just wish that the route there didn't take us over the mountains, which are dicey six months of the year.
In other news, I called assisted-living places today but didn't find many that take Medicaid (which, of course, Dad's not even on yet). Sharon and I are visiting three of the ones that do tomorrow afternoon. I also visited a group home that's literally a block from where Gary and I live; Dad's visiting nurse likes it, and the woman who runs it is very nice, but I think Dad would go bonkers there (it's a small, dark house with a small, yappy dog). Of course, maybe he'd go bonkers in any of them. I haven't seen the others yet, and proximity would be a definite plus.
Gary and I went to his place to tell him about Palo Alto in person. He looked like he'd been socked in the stomach (which is how I felt after the doctor called). Poor Dad! Everything's landing on him at once: Fran leaving, no hope of a new valve, the looming threat of assisted living. It's hard on me just thinking about all this; I can't imagine what it's like for him, in his already compromised state, to be experiencing it.
We're all feeling sad and discouraged today. I hope tomorrow's better.