A planned death.
Warning: This post is going to be really sad.
Well, as you know, Ben's dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. What's worse is that now he was given a life expectancy, and it is very bleak. His doctor said he has a 20% chance of living another five years, and a 1% chance of living longer than five years. It's very, very sad. And very devastating. We are all hoping he will beat the odds. After all, it seems like doctors are often wrong about this type of thing.
So now Steve has devoted the rest of his life to prepare for his death. It's awful to have to think about. Today Ben's dad called him and told him how much he loved him. And that is just something he, or any other typical male, wouldn't normally do. But of course it was necessary (& heartbreaking) under the circumstances. This brought Ben to tears and he drove out to Homedale to see his dad.
Ben cried about five minutes straight when he first found out his dad had cancer a couple of days ago. All he wanted to do was hug me and cry. I feel so bad for him! The latest news about Steve's life expectancy was almost too much for Ben to handle. Actually, it is too much for him to handle, but he's handling the news somehow.
It is so incredibly sad. Steve is only in his 50's and, if he lives according to his expectancy, he won't even be around to see his grandchildren. That's horrible, because I know he would make a great grandpa to Ben and my future children. And I know it will be even harder for Ben than it is for me to not have his dad around to share in the joy of his children.
But there is always hope. We just have to be optimistic and wish and pray that he beats the odds, like so many people do when faced with terminal illnesses.
I hope a miracle happens and he goes into remission and his cancer never comes back. I really do. We all do.
Well, as you know, Ben's dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. What's worse is that now he was given a life expectancy, and it is very bleak. His doctor said he has a 20% chance of living another five years, and a 1% chance of living longer than five years. It's very, very sad. And very devastating. We are all hoping he will beat the odds. After all, it seems like doctors are often wrong about this type of thing.
So now Steve has devoted the rest of his life to prepare for his death. It's awful to have to think about. Today Ben's dad called him and told him how much he loved him. And that is just something he, or any other typical male, wouldn't normally do. But of course it was necessary (& heartbreaking) under the circumstances. This brought Ben to tears and he drove out to Homedale to see his dad.
Ben cried about five minutes straight when he first found out his dad had cancer a couple of days ago. All he wanted to do was hug me and cry. I feel so bad for him! The latest news about Steve's life expectancy was almost too much for Ben to handle. Actually, it is too much for him to handle, but he's handling the news somehow.
It is so incredibly sad. Steve is only in his 50's and, if he lives according to his expectancy, he won't even be around to see his grandchildren. That's horrible, because I know he would make a great grandpa to Ben and my future children. And I know it will be even harder for Ben than it is for me to not have his dad around to share in the joy of his children.
But there is always hope. We just have to be optimistic and wish and pray that he beats the odds, like so many people do when faced with terminal illnesses.
I hope a miracle happens and he goes into remission and his cancer never comes back. I really do. We all do.