Les Johnston website

This site is here to let everyone know how Les is doing. Have a look at the about page for more info.

So this is the second attempt at making this happen.  While I was there at Father’s house earlier this year (2017), the internet was so slow in his house that I couldn’t put this site together.  I’m back home now and attempting to put it all together again. I hope to have it up-to-date within a week; I start school Sept. 5 and want to get it all done by then.

There are lots of entries that will come before this.  I’m back-dating all entries up to now.

going home to enjoy life again

Father has been in the hospital for a week due to the seizures.  He had a few more in hospital until they could get things sorted out with the medication.  The meds seem to be working now.

Laura called me to say everything was better and that he was going home tomorrow.  They’ll use a hospital patient transfer service (like an ambulance except without the medical equipment or paramedics).

Laura thinks he might be too weak for more radiation therapy.  He’s lost muscle tone in his legs from being a week in hospital, and he’s only eaten a bit of sandwich per day.  He would be hungry at 4pm, and they’d come with supper at 6pm; that doesn’t work, so Laura has been bringing him food.  She tried to feed him some egg from a Tim’s breakfast sandwich.  “I’ve never eaten egg in my f###ing life!”  He didn’t have his teeth in for the bacon.

He loves sitting on the balcony looking at his yard.  Laura has fixed it up quite nicely with flowers, trimmed shrubs, painted railings, and such.  So he sits out there, has a coffee & cigarette, and enjoys life.

in hospital after seizure

Father’s in hospital.  He’d had a seizure, so Laura called 911.  They say he’ll be there for a few days.  As it turns out, they’d misjudged how much medication he needs to control the seizures.  He’s now on 5 tablets rather than 2 per day.

Today I saw Father at the hospital.  He was curled up in a ball on his hospital bed.  Laura said, “Justin’s here.”  He looked and asked me how I was doing.  Not bad, I said, and how was he.  “Not worth a shit,” he replied.  Laura and I fed him some Tim Horton’s coffee by way of straw.  We had some small talk for a while.  He asked where the bathroom was – number two – but Laura said he could just use his nappies.  Not very appealing, I know, but I dare say he’s used to that by now.  He asked, “How’s your old mother doing?”  I said she was a little slow but doing the best she can and that Floyd was getting a little slower these days but in good health.

When I got back, he was getting a little sleepy.  I offered him some more coffee.  I put the straw to his lips, but he didn’t respond, so I just put my hand on his head and told him … some sort of well-being wishes – can’t remember what.  Laura and I talked for a bit, and then it was time to go.  I gave his shoulder a hug, hissed his head, told him I love him and to take care, and left.