Make sure you read part 1 or this won't make any sense at all.

We are still waiting for Dad's bioposy results. The waiting game is killing me. You know that I have no patience.  My dad has now lost 37lbs. He wasn't very big to begin with so when I hug him all I feel is how bony he is. I had an arguement with the dietician because she said he wasn't eating the meals they were sending. And it's true he has no appetite and hates the meals they send him so I make him 3 meals a day at home and bring them to him. The hospital has given him the wrong meal tray 3 days just this week. The only reason I knew it was someone elses meal tray is bc it has an index card on it printed with all the other patients information.  The girls whose tray we keep getting does have a last name similiar to ours but that seems to be a big mistake in my world. So the dietician and food people now think I'm a huge *itch. So the list of people who dislike me in this hospital is growing rapidly. Dr. **** runs when he sees me. But the nurses are all great and have taken excellent care of my dad. I'm not sleeping much so when I'm at home I bake. So I bring them snacks every day and at least once a week we bring dinner to the night nurses.  The nurses understand that I'm slightly OCD and I want to check every shot or pill they give him. Nurses are human and humans make mistakes. Double checking them isn't a bad thing. My dad is never alone in the hospital. My mom, sister or I are always there.  I think this probably drives everyone crazy but he's my dad and I want the best for him.

  Dr. ***** and I had a fight today because he always comes in the morning and turns the heat off in my dad's room. My dad has been freezing to death. He has tons of blankets on and keeps the heat on high just so he doesn't get chills. I'm sorry that Dr. **** has to be hot the 3 minutes he stops by during rounds but get over it. So I put a sign over the heat knob saying please leave on high. The nurses never complain and they are in and out of his room all day long.

  I've learned that 13 times around the hospital is a mile. And while I was walking around it I met the head of the physical therapy dept and he said I was more the welcome to use the treadmill in PT whenever I wanted to. There is no gym in this small town or county for that matter. And today it was 2 degrees outside.

  Two of my friends from highschool work at the hospital so they come see my dad everyday and hangout with him. It's kind of fun to see them again and my dad really enjoys their company.

  Dr. ***** told me this morning that he doesn't know why I am always fighting with him. He is almost positive it is stage 4 liver cancer and I should just be enjoying my dads company instead of fighting with drs about it. He says this doesn't have to be a battle. But I think he is wrong. This is a battle and I'm fighting for my dad's life. I'm not ready to let him go and I will keep asking questions and seeking out experts.My dad is to young to die, I want him in my life and I will do everything possible to keep it in it. I want him to walk me down the isle some day and to play with his grandkids. So yes this a battle and I plan on winning. If the bioposy comes back as cancer then maybe I will change my battleplan. If its cancer I found the cancer clinic we will go to and its not western medicine. Stay tuned...