While we were in with the Oncologist on Monday, I 'slyly' gave the nurse a nod in the direction of the door and she declared that she would like to speak with me. This worked a treat b/c my dad thought that it was her wanting me and not visa versa. So, I gave her a very brief description of how things had been at home. So, when we went back in she broached the subject by saying that she thinks he's looking a little depressed. The Onc then went on the explain Reactive depression and that there is help there should my dad decided to take it.
When we left he mentioned it to me, but seriously thought that she had called me out of the room to ask my opinion.
Anyway, after hearing of the reduction in the tumour, my dad's spirit has really lifted. He's up and about and even took a walk to the shop alone yesterday. That's the first time alone in over a month and the first time at all in almost two weeks.
He is less snappy with the children and a lot more talkative with us.
So, for now, we are just going to let things ride and hope that he continues to improve with this