My dad has a type of bone marrow cancer. There's a technical name for it, but I can't remember it. Dad's doctors are very optimistic. It's not a curable type, but it's so slow moving that it will be years before he has any serious problems. Considering the fact that he's 88, things look good. It's going to be treated like a chronic illness. He has to take chemo in pill form every three days, and have a blood test once a week. The meds are similar to what patients with sickle cell anemia take.
I'm still trying to absorb the news. Dad is being very calm about it. His only real symptom is fatigue. Mom and Katie are worried, of course, and so am I. But if his doctors are saying it looks good for him, I guess we shouldn't panic. Good thoughts will be appreciated, though!
So this is Fuck Cancer 3: Aw Hell No. I was the original, and Katie was Fuck Cancer 2: Electric Boogaloo. Argh.
I'm still trying to absorb the news. Dad is being very calm about it. His only real symptom is fatigue. Mom and Katie are worried, of course, and so am I. But if his doctors are saying it looks good for him, I guess we shouldn't panic. Good thoughts will be appreciated, though!
So this is Fuck Cancer 3: Aw Hell No. I was the original, and Katie was Fuck Cancer 2: Electric Boogaloo. Argh.