"I wish I knew a worse word than fuck."

"I wish I knew a worse word than fuck."

I overheard D say that one night while playing video games.  I am not one to say that word and I wish I knew a word that had even more mean meaning to it than fuck, so I can say it to cancer's face.

But cancer would just respond with, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me."

Touche.

I've been banned from posting something on Facebook right now.  And since no one reads this blog and if anyone does, they don't know my dad.  So I can vent in this space.

I can't go into too much detail because there is so much unknown right now.  But this is what I can tell you.

Three weeks ago dad stopped treatment.  The cancer moved enough that the treatment he has been on for the last 18 or so months is now no longer working.  They did a biopsy and he has 50% cancer in his body.

Yesterday, mom and dad went to KU to discuss options.  We are finally at that point where the options are becoming fewer and a lot more difficult.  I won't discuss that now because there are so many other factors and tests that have to be done before he even makes a decision.

On their way home from KU, they got a call.  Within those three weeks that he hasn't had treatment, his protein in his blood went from an 8 to a 10 and his creatine level went up.  The cancer is moving and at a pretty good rate.  They decided to put him in the hospital to get fluids for the next 48 hours.  If his body responds to that, they they will give him all day treatment and then do a PET scan.  Assuming the treatment works and the PET scan comes back the way we want it, we begin the long, scary road.

If I never update this with details, but I tell you I'm in NYC, know that his body is responding well enough for us to give him a fighting chance, but that we are also on the scariest road there is.