Jul 08, 2010 11:49
We found out the results of my dad's biopsy yesterday. Not good. He has lymphoma. He already has prostate cancer (diagnosed about one year ago), so this is not good news. Not good. Not good.
The reason his shingles are SO bad and not getting better in the slightest is probably because his immune system is really low right now.
We will not know anything else (stage, etc) until he visits the oncologist next week. No matter what he will need chemo, and I am so, so sad. My mom seems to have her happy hat on right now. Can you say denial? My sister also does not seem to realize (or want to realize) that this is a big deal, no matter what, even if they've caught it early and it's "not that bad."
This is NOT a death sentence, but it's a something sentence, and we don't yet know what the something might be.
I still have a report due tomorrow that is not getting done. Thankfully, Ella's dad asked if he could take her overnight tonight, and I have to admit I was glad. I need time and space, to work and think and breathe and be sad. Those are the four things I am mostly doing today.
I love my dad incredibly much. He is one of my few heroes. He is an amazing man. I know he is still here. He is still here.
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