Sometimes I look at my dad and just want to cry. He is doing so well-10 more rads to go and 1 chemo. No nausea. The hospital almost killed him by overdosing his narcotics. I am crippled by fear that I might lose him to this. I know, I know...live in the now-savor the moments-I just love him so much and I just didn't think that I would face this so soon in life. I would always gloat that we are so close in age (well, 19 years) and I would have him around until I am 60. Well, I'm 29 and helping him with the battle for his life. I feel so scared sometimes. He is living with me now because we're so close to the hospital. I am shocked at how well he's doing though-we are blessed, there have been so many prayers. I know that death is what we all do. It still sucks.
Thank you all-we're hanging in there.