Sunday and today dad felt a bit better again. I have not visited him today (as I was at work), but Angela obviously has. Yesterday we also went there together. I have to say: it was good and special. We even joked a bit and dad joked with us a bit too. But there was also room for more difficult moments: Angela told him that she felt so helpless and that it was so shit. That from being so active he is thrown in bed not being able to do anything anymore. He said that was indeed true.

We also talked a bit about the meeting at Angela's sister's place... dad's remark: "you're having fun while I'm lying here?" to which I replied: "we would rather have had it an other way, with the biggest joker there, but unfortunately that's not the case." To which dad replied: "the biggest joker? I'm not funny at all!" Angela and I both couldn't help but grin. And he had more of these remarks. When Angela asked whether he was worrying about things he answered: "No, you all can sort it". That's clear, isn't it? Angela said that he indeed shouldn't worry about it, as they would sort it.

But then...the topic of this piece: milkshake. Already last week, before the big operation dad had remarked that he would love to taste a milkshake again. Well, he felt somewhat better, so this morning a friend of his had indeed brought him a milkshake. The milkshake was a bit too thick, but he still drank quite something out of it. He did remark to Angela though (when she was there and the topic came to the milkshake) that the next time he would want a milkshake it would have to be one from Mac Donald's, so Angela also told the nurse that if he asked for a milkshake, just call Angela and she will get one for him. Whatever he likes and wants to try he'll get, no matter what time it is! Angela also bought him drinking yoghurt (breakfast yoghurt) and he likes that too, has been drinking quite a bit from that too.

Who knows, maybe his bowel and stomach have started working a bit again, for now. Maybe, just maybe he'll be able to eat and drink a bit of what he likes and maybe he will get some energy back before it's really over. He started with the nurse about a sandwhich with shrimps but decided himself that that might not be such a good idea just yet. I hope that he'll be able to take a couple of bites of such a sandwhich before it's over, that he'll be able to enjoy it, as he has enjoyed the milkshake. It's good to know that he liked the taste...he might start feeling a bit better than, for some time. Then again, it might be over tonight, we don't know. But for the time being: if he wants a milkshake, he'll get one!!!