That's what they said. Six months.
My dad has six months left on this earth. With us.
I'm still shocked. I know they've done all they can. The experimental drugs won't help him. Surgery is not possible. Chemo didn't work. Radiation will keep things at bay for a little while.
But the tumor is large and getting larger. It's so aggressive and so rare, they just have no weapons in the arsenal.
He's in so much pain. They can't control that, either, without it messing with him, mentally. For a moment yesterday, he didn't know who my mom was.
He's lost an entire human being's worth of wright, and we're right at a year since his diagnosis.
I ache so much. I have pain in places I didn't know my heart had.
That's all I can manage for now.
The company he keeps
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