Tuesday, we brought my dad home from the hospital. Despite the cold weather it appears that all of the plants and flowers survived the move. Now my parents house is full of greenery and blossoms!
My dad asked me on Monday to send a short, funny, cryptic email. Below is the prognosis for those of you who didn't understand or have more questions.
My dad is facing his toughest fight yet against cancer. His pancreatic cancer has metastasized into the peritoneum and is also in the lymph node. There is no curative treatment available. My family and I are hopeful the chemotherapy treatment my dad has chosen to undergo will slow the progress of the cancer and shrink the tumors.
Next Tuesday, my dad will have his first appointment with an oncologist at the Medical College of Wisconsin. It is also his 60th birthday.
My family and I are hopeful that with chemotherapy we will all be blessed with many more months of my dad's sarcasm, wit and strong convictions. (You may not want to get him started ranting about George Bush or the Chicago Bears.)
-Michelle
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