I'm sorry to be out of touch for such a long while, but after spending most of March-August in Chicago with my folks, I had to return some attention to the life I left behind in Kansas. Dad had been recovering from the surgery & rad well enough to do the Retuxan booster (delivered like chemo) for his NHL (the other cancer he has) in August and I was praying for a long period of remission from both.

Sadly, Dad found a growth of some type on his tongue 2 weeks ago and after his insistence & Mom's, the ENT will remove it on Friday. Expecting day surgery and immediate word on whether it's malignant with detailed path to follow by Tuesday next. I leave for Chicago on Thursday nite. I pray for the best and expect the worst. I feel sad and angry beyond words. I couldn't convince Dad to get 2nd opinion and couldn't convince him to continue the rad for a full 33 followed by brachy. He was so miserable during treatment. RO told him 27 would be enuf if he couldn't bear it anymore...and what was it for in the end? I hate this disease...