|Fretful Horizons, Worrisome Skies|
August 18, 2008
This will be short, partly because it looks like we're about to have a thunderstorm, and partly because I'm too upset to write too much.
My dad had his regularly scheduled appointment at Sloan-Kettering this morning, to follow up on the melanoma he had a couple years ago.
This time, the report was not so good. They found a half dozen more melanomas: one on his neck, several under his arms, one on his torso (I think), and one on his lip.
Because of the number and location of them (particularly the one on his neck), they have ruled out surgery as an option.
He has to go back to S-K either Wed or Thurs for an MRI and some additional tests, and then, this Friday, they want to start chemotherapy.
He's going to be on some new, experimental treatment where they use two different drugs, hoping that two will be more effective than one.
He'll go twice a week for six weeks, and then be re-evaluated.
Please pray for Dad. And for Mom.
I'm equally worried for/about her. She's the 'rock'....she'll keep going and doing and being strong, and never let on the toll it's taking on her....I'm almost MORE worried about her. Dad will have doctors and nurses and all kinds of care and support (including from Mom). But Mom will just 'soldier on', and neglect to take care of herself.
Anyway, that's all I want to say. Please pray.
I know it's a good thing that they're not wasting any time, and are being aggressive about treating it. I know there was always the possibility of it recurring. But knowing all this doesn't really make it any easier....cause it's MY DAD.