Eight weeks...

It's eight weeks today since my Dad had his first operation... and what a challenging time these two months have been. After looking rather rough yesterday, Dad seemed a little brighter today. The pain was under control, the initial weary feeling of the pneumonia had passed a bit, and he was quite chatty this afternoon. He's pleased that he can sense more strength now in his arms and legs, but with Christmas just around the corner, he wishes that there would be an end to the feelings of pain and weakness that he's known over the past weeks. His biggest challenge at the moment is that he has no appetite and doesn't enjoy eating because everything seems tasteless.