Great. The M cancer. Let me google that.
My brother went to the appointment with my dad, which is fabulous because, hello, we want to know what is going on and check the above paragraph to know why getting info from dad is a challenge.
My brother cleared it all up for us. "No, it doesn't start with an M. It starts with an L. I think."
Hey, you can either laugh or cry, right?
So we don't really know what we are dealing with, but whether it starts with an L or an M, we do know the prognosis is not good. My dad is 70. He has a great attitude. He's ready to fight if there's a chance of beating it but he's also being realistic and talking about quality of life vs. fighting an ultimately losing battle if he can't handle the chemo, which the doctors think could be a possibility.
And we're talking about taking a trip to the beach, the whole family, which we did a couple of summers ago. That's how dad would like to spend his time, "drunk and at the beach." That's a quote.