Morning Has Broken

Well a lot has changed in the last week. The oncologists are now in agreement that my dad is in stage 2, and that's a good thing. They are going to do the radiation and chemo treatment at the same time, and that will start May 12. 

He's been going to his classes (educating him on the treatments) and will be fitted for his feeding tube next week. With the radiation, he won't be able to eat, so he'll have to be fed through a tube inserted into his stomach.

They say the treatment will be intense and aggressive, but they seem positive that he may not need surgery after this. Everybody is in pretty good spirits and hoping for the best. I feel much better about this than I did in the beginning, obviously.

My dad even made the comment that he feels he overreacted a little bit. That seems a little silly, but true. You hear the word Cancer and you think the worst. But Cancer is so vague, and there are so many types of Cancer, and so many stages and variations of each cancer. It's hard to really know what your up against in the early days.

I guess we'll just keep taking it one day at a time. That seems to be working so far.