My parents called last week. My dad’s been having some abdominal pain and went in for some testing. A large tumor was discovered in his pancreas. The pain was was because the tumor is blocking the ducts for the draining of his digestive juices. The biopsy was scheduled for today. They implanted some sort of stent or drain or something but because of an old injury were unable to do the biopsy itself (I’m not really clear on that part; something about an old shoulder injury which I don’t quite get). The biopsy’s been resceduled to Wednesday but the doctors are already about 90% sure it’s pancreatic cancer. It’s considered inoperable because the recovery time would be such that it would reduce his lifespan as much as the cancer would (I’m not quite clear on that part either). The prognosis for pancreatic cancer is highly dismal. The tumor hasn’t been typed or staged but best case scenario is a year.
My mom’s a wreck of course. She was at the hospital most of today, along with a few friends. Dad was admitted for the biopsy so she’s home alone now, but has about 40 people who volunteered to stay with her as needed. I need to call my brother because I guess he’s not handling it very well either. I’m actually doing all right so far but I imagine the wreckiness will arrive eventually.