He was diagnosed with liver cancer in 2003. At the time he was very lucky regarding the placement of the tumors and the fact that the cancer had not spread beyond the liver. Stubborn mule that he’s always been, he refused chemo and radiation, and consulted a number of surgeons before finding one who would agree to operate.
The surgery almost killed him, but he pulled through, and the cancer was out – along with more than half his liver. After that, he stayed remarkably healthy until a routine scan in May revealed that the cancer was back.
That was hard news, but his doctors recommented a new-ish procedure called radioembolization – basically, they inserted tiny radioactive beads into the tumors in an attempt to slow their growth. This was supposed to give him 2 or 3 good years, for which we were all thankful.
But today, an MRI showed that it’s not working. The tumors are growing aggressively, and there’s nothing more that can be done. The docs say maybe 6 months, maybe less.
So yeah… he’s had 7 years since the diagnosis, which is pretty amazing for liver cancer. He’s 72, which isn’t a terribly short life, I guess. But still, this sucks. My Mom is devastated, and they’re 700 miles away so I can’t be with them right now. She said Dad’s pretty much in shock, I didn’t even talk to him and I don’t know what I’ll say when I do.
Their 50th anniversary is in October and I hope he at least makes it til then. the whole extended family was supposed to go on a cruise at Thanksgiving, which is unlikely to happen now, and I know how much that trip meant to both of them.
Fuck. My Dad has always been one of the strongest people I know. he’s opinionated, generous, a genius at building cars, and he loves his granddaughters more than anything in the world. I can’t imagine the world without him. All I can really do, I guess, is plan to visit as often as I can. I’m by no means the first person to go through this, nor will I be the last. But… Fuck.