After treatment, everything feels different—slower, quieter, more fragile. Dad has come through so much, and while we’re incredibly grateful for the medical care that has brought him this far, the truth is that recovery doesn’t end when the treatment does. The healing process has its own timeline, one that isn’t measured by charts or hospital visits, but by the little things: the first time he stands without help, the moment he manages a full meal, the soft return of color to his face.
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He’s still tired, often more than he lets on. His body, though it’s trying its best to regain strength, shows the toll of everything it’s endured. Medications help, but they also bring side effects—nausea, dizziness, confusion on bad days. We’ve learned to take each day as it comes, to celebrate the tiny victories and not be discouraged by the setbacks.
But what matters most is that he’s still here—still smiling when he can, still holding our hands, still trying. His courage in the face of so much pain humbles me. And even though the road ahead is long, we walk it together, with patience, love, and hope.
After treatment isn’t the end—it’s a new beginning. 💊🤔❤️🩹
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