When it rains, it pours

Well, the day started off....let's say "interesting". I got up early to do my 3 mile walk/run before going to the oncologist's today. I left around 6:45 and as I started running, it was misting. Well, within about 10 minutes it had turned into a torrential rain with lighting and thunder. I was about 3/4 mile from my car so I pulled out my cell phone and called Dad to come pick me up and take me back to my car (because of the lightning...that's one thing I don't mess around with). So I'm waiting for Dad to meet me where the road crosses the trail and I get a call from Sara...very upset. It turns out that Dad, in his haste to come rescue me...knowing it was lightning...got into his truck with a big umbrella...so he wouldn't get his picc line wet. He fumbled getting the umbrella in the truck and it was pouring and dark out and he failed to think about Sara's brand new car behind him...and he rammed into the front of her car (oh, and he had also taken his first dose of prednisone...so the roids were raging already). Sara had just come outside & saw the whole thing happen. I'm just thankful that she wasn't somewhere inbetween her car and Dad's. So of course, Dad felt awful. So Leo came and picked me up and I'm dealing with Sara crying and driving in torrential rain to work...very upset...and then Dad, who's blood pressure probably was over the top...going in for a chemo treatment...and not exactly in the best of mental conditions to be in having just crashed into his daughter's new car....and then me...well, I was drenched from standing out in the rain for a while (which was minor compared to the others' situations).
Well, Sara made it to work. I tried to settle Dad down. He went upstairs to go to the bathroom and I heard him going up and down the stairs, and the toilet flushing 3 or 4 times, and water running...he had plugged up the toilet! Like I say, when it rains, it pours! By the time he came downstairs and told me (although the good part was the water did not overflow over the edge of the toilet before the magic wand was used!)...all we could do at this point is start laughing! He settled down...and Sara dried out and found out that the only damage to her car was a bent license plate...she was just mostly worried that Dad was going to be upset over this. So by the time we got to the oncologist's, Dad's blood pressure was something like 120 over 70...so he was back in control.
He is currently receiving his round 6 (of 6 rounds) of chemo and is doing fine....he's a bit pale right now...that happens during the chemo. He gets his color back by later today or tomorrow. He's had his lunch and as soon as the nurse finishes both of the push chemicals that he gets...and he gets back on the drip...then he wants to have his laptop to do some work. He took a little nap this morning after the benedryl. He is off chemo after this and is scheduled to go to the hospital for a CT/PET scan on Sept. 23 which will detect if there is any activity in the remaining cells...which would indicate remaining cancer. We're hoping for the best at that point. The chemo will have another 3-4 weeks to do it's final thing and then we'll know the results. His picc line will stay in until after the results of the test.
So that's it from here right now. I'll keep you posted.