The end of good news
I was in Toronto a week or so ago to visit dad and to go to an oncology appointment with him. Before you read too much into the title, know that there is no truly bad news I have to tell. It’s just I’m coming to grips with the situation.
Things looking up on the dad front
I phoned my dad tonight. He had another hormone injection Tuesday and was meant to phone me afterwards because they were also going to test his PSA and what not. I didn’t hear from him, but that doesn’t mean anything with dad.
Time away
Selling your house is a pain. But it is an excellent incentive to go do things out of the ordinary, like get out of your house. See, the less time you spend in it, the less you have to clean.
Involved
I was in Toronto yesterday to be with my dad as he got news of two scans done to see how far along his prostate cancer is. It could have been worse, but not by much. Both CAT and bone scans showed that the cancer has spread to dad’s bones. “The bones are involved,†in oncology-speak.
Lucky streak
Well, it had to end. I’m not sure when it did, but I’m pretty sure it was just before I got in the car to head to Pearson.
Clear margins, foggy day
The pathology report on my dad’s colonoscopy came back with clean margins, which means his surgeon is recommending only more frequent ‘scoping’. Meaning: no surgery, no chemo.
Bad news about a good friend
My friend Laurie Kingston, I discover, has got more trouble with cancer. This time in her liver.
