As you all seem to like to know how Dad is getting on, here's what happened today:
I drove him up to his ENT doc for a post radiation scope on his throat.
Dad's doc is a handsome young man: tall, black hair, sparky blue eyes, and he talks to you, in English.
As doc walked in the exam room he asked, "are you two arguing?"
"No sir, we are having a heated discussion," I said. Dad snorted.
"What has you so fired up," asked doc.
"Asparagus!" said Dad and I at the same time.
A discussion followed between the three of us on the curative properties or lack there of, in asparagus. Turns out doc's a gardener, too.
Doc finally scoped Dad's throat, and as I watched on the monitor it looked good to me. But I'm not a doctor, so I waited to see what doc would say. He was so into talking me through what we were seeing, that Dad finally asked him about it.
"It looks really good to me, there is one spot that is still healing from the radiation. That should further heal with no problems. There is no sign of any Cancer. Come back and see me in three months."
"We can't, we have plans" Dad said.
"Aah, what are you two up to now?" doc asked.
"We have plans for a road trip to Idaho." I said.
"Ok, we'll make it four months out then," and he walked toward the next exam room shaking his head, and grinning...