My dad is worse. He has stopped eating and for the most part drinking. He is wasting away in front of me and I want to rage at this cancer that is taking him from us piece by piece. I want to yell and stomp my feet and say NOT FAIR and have it work. My mother is a wonder, she holds it together, changes his sheets every time he wets it, puts up ( Read more... )

He had bloodwork done today and the nurse asked Dad about depression and I guess he nearly snapped her head off. He has been depressed. I've seen it ( Read more... )