I’m sure everyone would agree with my title. No one says “whee…I have cancer” …. Dad found out earlier this week that his cancer has come back and is inhis right kidney and ureter. This wasn’t really surprising news as we all thought it might be back. We had sat down with the Doctor after the diagnostic scope, he said it would probably be in 2 to 3 weeks before they could do anything, depending on the results.
Dad saw one Urologist this morning who said that the best they could do is monitor him and keep him comfortable until he died. Dad didn’t like that much. Don’t blame him. Finally his own Urologist came to visit and Dad told him he wanted surgery to remove the cancer. Dad told mom that when he told that to the doctor they kind of “lit up” and got excited. So for now, the plan is that Dad will have surgery to remove the kidney and that cancer infected ureter on Sunday.
What a terrible thing to have to do, decide how you want your end of days to be. I can’t even begin to fathom the range of emotions people go through during those decisions. Heck..I can’t even decide what I want for dinner most nights.
I wish I lived closer so that I could be with my Mom and Dad during the surgery. I know they both could use a chuckle and some familiar faces surrounding them. *sigh*