• Holding daddy upright and manual intervention for daddy's pee-pee guidance system.
• Enema assistance . It' sounds worse than it is in reality; not that much different than say, squeezing frosting into a butt-shaped cake...
• Diaper-change.  TBH, this is almost a vacation compared to you two.  At least here, grampa won't get up and run away before the new diaper or kick his feet into the diaper-payload.

Love, Daddy.

In some other Md-related current events, I went over to All Around Tech today to check up on the progress of my dad's home theater system.  Mike from All Around was super-nice and, with great enthusiasm, showed me around his shop as well as my dad's system (this is just the cabinet without the speakers or TV):

Images like these make me wonder why there isn't some sort of male-targetted marketing equivalent of those ubiquitous diamond engagement ring commercials  (with this type of hardware)  Something where it's Christmas, and the wife covers the husband's eyes and steers him into a room with something like this to surprise him.  The lighting softens, the children jump up and down in ecstatic joy, Christmas-y music plays.  Chokes me up just thinking about it...

Speaking of technology,

Uncle Chien bought this for my dad from Resonant Light (if you click on the link, check out the price)  You're supposed to put your feet on the two paddles on the right which are connected to wires that then connect into the console unit.  I'm not completely clear on the science; the general idea is that they zap electricity into one's body to kill cancer cells.  There are also handles you can grip instead of putting your feet onto these paddles or you can just detach the wires and connect them directly into the bolts on your neck.  Seriously, I'm no theologian, but I'm more or less positive there's an extra-hot space in Hell reserved for people who take advantage of the emotionally vulnerable state of the sick and their loved ones with mean gimmicks...