I’m kind of a one-trick pony on this blog lately, but my dad’s case is objectively fascinating.
The plan was to get my dad a new CT scan while he was sedated, so he wouldn’t move around so much. We were waiting for a bed to open at the Freeport hospital, because with the sedation, he’d need a bed. The Montreal neurosurgeon recommended we give him lorazepam (Ativan), which is safe and short-acting enough to not require that my dad be an in-patient.
While we waited, my dad continued to improve. He’s eating regular food, cut into small pieces. He is speaking better and more clearly every day and he’s gaining strength. His doctor is pleased with his progress. He asked Dad to do several different things with his hands and fingers, and my dad understood everything he was asked to do. After a few minutes, my dad started to cry. When his wife asked him if he were sad, he held up his index finger and thumb, meaning “a bit”. The doctor asked my dad if he were crying out of happiness and my dad answered yes. He is realizing that he is getting better.
He finally got the CT scans done around 8:00 p.m. last night. He entered the hospital at 2:00 p.m., but the lorazepam didn’t work; he wound up getting a dose of the heavier stuff.
The radiologist there said he didn’t see any lymphoma. He compared the November scans with last night’s and said that the darker areas have gotten lighter and smaller. I’m not sure what that means. In any event, now we wait for the neuroradiologist in Montreal to take a crack at them.
Here’s all the imagery. Feel free to send to whomever, or take a look yourself.