The update for my Dad has not been very good.
It's gone so much father than his lungs.
It's in his bones. His skull. His spine. His pancreas.
My Dad has full body cancer. Head to toe. The only place it hasn't spread to is his brain.
And they're stunned that he can still walk. Go to restaurants. Drive a car. They don't know why he's still moving around and yet is feeling no pain.
They want to try to submit him to this experimental cure. There's a 50/50 chance he gets chosen. So pray. Hope. Wish. Whatever it is you do, just want him there. Hope he gets selected.
He said he's still going to fight. He's not giving up. The only regret, he said, is the limited time he has left with his children and grandchildren.
But he said that he's going to make every single minute of that count.
I know people had asked for for progress updates, and this is where we are now. Time has become all the more precious, and I am flying home next week to spend time with him. If all goes well, in a few weeks after chemo, he'll be coming out to see me. And if we make it that far, then we just go one more day, every single day.
Understandably, I am heartbroken right now.