My dad's getting a shot of expensive medicine to try to stimulate his neutrafils (things in your white blood cells that protect you from infection). My parents will go home and wait for it to work. They're taking a walk along the Great Highway,where I've shed many tears, as this area has been the last 2.2 miles or so of the three marathons I've run. My parents appreciate that it's desolate. They likely won't come into contact with others, which means my dad stands a better chance of avoiding illness.
My dad will get another expensive shot on Superbowl Sunday, then back to the doctor next week for yet another revised gameplan. Perhaps by then, a hospital bed will open up!