Dad is using a walker now. He is okay with that. He can get about the house better. Mom told me that Dad said, after he fell the other night and couldn't get up, "I never thought I'd end up this way..."
Small victories are the epitome of cancer.
After the initial diagnosis the first came when they said Grade III instead of IV, then there was no spread, then he wasn't terribly sick from chemo just a little and then...on and on and on it goes.
For every down side there was a small victory, albeit tiny, squinting hard to find it victory...because without those little bitty scraps...you have nothing to hope for...