Remember when I had other interests besides my dad's medical... uniqueness?
Yeah. Me too.
My step-mother finally called my dad's twin brother, who lives just 20 minutes from the Charlotte, NC hospital where my dad is now hanging around knee-less. My dad's twin came and took care of my dad while my step-mother took a break. While the twin was there, the doctor stopped by and explained the treatment plan, which is:
1) Dad goes knee-less for about 6 weeks.
2) If the tissue looks good (it does right now, so they are hopeful) then a new knee goes in.
3) Meantime, my dad hobbles around with a walker, with his knee-less leg in a cast.
The orthopedist knows about leukemia, but he is not interested in it. As long as my dad's blood work behaves the same as any other person's blood work would behave, the orthopedist remains focused on the knee only. I did find out from my uncle that my dad's knee was black and necrotic by the time he reached Charlotte on Wednesday, and that after the surgery, the tissue recovered beautifully.
And that's all I know.
See you tomorrow.