This is what we call chemo brain...

Dad is really starting to lose it. His head is so out of it sometimes.
Just now he woke up from about an hour and a half nap, and he was convinced it was quarter after five the next morning and wanted to know why I was awake.
He then proceeded to go into the kitchen and start making a pot of coffee.
As I finally figured out that he thought it was morning, I tried to convince him it was not and we got into an argument over it.
Eventually I explained it well enough to where he understood he had only been asleep for about two hours and not twelve.

It's really difficult for me to see him like this considering my grandfather had Parkinsons my entire life and some days his mind was super clear and other days he was hallucinating and didn't know where he was.
I understand that the chemo is supposed to be helping the cancer, but if I lose part of my daddy along the way, it's almost like losing him altogether.
And the thought of that kills me...