I spoke to Dad tonight. He was calling to ask us to find a gift for the boys and put his name on it and he’d reimburse us since he could not go shopping right now. When I told him that he had more important things to worry about then Christmas presents and that we were fine without them, he said “Yes, but Simon and Miles don’t know that yet.” So we will do this for him. He gets another Chemo treatment tomorrow, and then the week after Christmas he goes in for a CAT scan. The first week of January will find the results of that scan, and with it an official prognosis of how long he has left. His attitude is still outstanding. He said “sometimes my emotional child goes nuts, but most of the time my logical adult is reminding me that I am along for the ride.” His Internet research tells him he has months not years left. Sivi’s medical journals tell her that best case scenario is 3 years. All these numbers are meaningless when it comes to the aggressive cancer that he has. I covet your continued prayers on his behalf. He also specified that the “mushy card” he wanted was to be “something I can hold in one hand” (after the last two years of his asking for a big mushy card was answered by his kids taking him literally and creating a BIG mushy card that was also sentimental. I will be on vacation after Christmas, so hopefully I can get over to see him. Current Mood: thoughtful
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