Yesterday I was told that Daddy was able to talk again and doing better. Then this morning I open my email to find that after his second round of chemo, he has been put on oxygen, slurring his words very badly and unable to feed himself. We are hoping he doesn't have to go into ICU because if he does, Mom won't be able to stay in the room with him. This sort of treatment is full of violent peaks and valleys and we are all going to have to get used to that.
He is very seriously ill and I accept this, but I still believe that he is as likely to pull through this as other people who have been frail and low and have also recovered.
Keep praying for him, please.