** Seriously, what is wrong with me?? P is correct. It is because of the praying and drinking that everyone is doing. I can't thank you all enough for sticking by me and my internet diary all this time. You all have shown more faith and decency throughout this ordeal than I have. I will always be grateful to each and every one of you. (Now keep reading).
You know how I am always talking about how my dad has leukemia and he is dying and stuff?
Dial into that frequency for a minute.
My dad called yesterday from a hospital in Charlotte, NC. He went to Charlotte because the guy who did his original knee replacement surgery said he would work him into the schedule, even though my dad is supposed to die any time of leukemia. The knee guy looked at my dad's knee and said, "I don't much care if you have leukemia or not. The fake knee is coming out. Right now." My dad agreed to this plan, calling the doctors in his hometown hospital "a bunch of punks" for not having the sack to do the surgery a month ago.*
First thing the next morning, my dad had surgery to remove the bacterially gooed-up fake knee. In place of the knee, there is now nothing. Just a femur, a tibia and a fibula and some connective tissue... just hanging around not being connected to a knee.
Since the surgeon has never done a thing like that before, there was much celebrating this morning when they looked under the cast and saw that the wound had closed and clotted and that the area showed no sign of infection.
Right. Just go with it.
The doctor now has to figure out what to do next. Option one is to put in a spacer filled with anti-biotics just in case there are lingering bugs in the surrounding tissue. Option two is to let the knee portion of the leg be empty for a bit while IV anti-biotics kick the crap out of the remaining bugs. Then the knee guy would put in a new knee.
Are you following all this?
I am confused, too. But never mind.
The really fun bit of news is that my dad's blood work was all within normal range, which is pretty friggin' unusual for a guy who has leukemia.
Internet people, there is no amount of spin I can put on this that will improve your opinion of me. I know it looks like I lied to you three weeks ago when I said he would die any minute. I swear, I didn't. We have no idea what his bone marrow looks like. He could still have leukemia. But if he does, it's not hanging out in his blood, which is where it likes to hang out when it is busy killing people.
Executive Summary: my dad is light one knee, his blood work looks good, and we are waiting on a treatment plan.
I am going to get off the computer and be embarrassed now. Have a nice day.
* The part about "sack" is all me. My dad would never say a thing like that. He DID say punks, though.