Dad’s PET scan were not good. His cancer has pretty much replaced his left lung, very little airspace left, he has bone and liver metastasis. Radiation is out of the question, way too much lung involvement, too big and the type of cancer he has, squamous cell, doesn’t respond well to chemo. I don’t know what’s coming next, Dad’s a real fighter, a never say die kind of guy, but right now, the ball’s in his court, so to speak and we’re all very tired and overwhelmed.
My knitting has saved me the last few days; all I’ve wanted to do is hide out and work on my socks and play in my stash. Tomorrow is WIP Wednesday, will have to scare something up to share, but right now, I can’t think of a thing.
No picture tonight, just don’t have the heart.
Man’s mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935)
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